Fractured

The main focus of this blog is on the narrative I am writing. There are short stories listed here, however. 

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In fact I’ll probably be converting this whole blog to be focused on just the main story.

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I’m making some changes to the blog and I’m probably gonna start writing a story that isn’t a drabble. I’ve got some ideas floating around I still need to figure some things out but so far it looks promising. 

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You're a pretty good writer Gigi, I like the one about the envelopes.

omg thanks. 

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Drabbles

Five years ago I made a pact with a man that if he ever needed me, he would slip a blue envelope under the door. If something ever happened where I was the one he need, he would do that. 

The first year was rough. I constantly would check around my doorway for a blue envelope. But nothing was ever there. I started to think he had forgotten about our deal towards the end of the year. 

The second year was normal. I started taking pictures again, and got a job again. When I first met this man, I had a job as well. But I had quit so that if he ever needed me nothing would be tying me down. However, he did not. I moved on.

In the years that followed those first two, I had almost forgotten about the pact. I moved houses, got a car. I had officially moved on from the haunting presence of that man.

When one day, five years later, a royal blue envelope was slipped under my door. I had no idea what it was at first, as it had been so long ago. Only a few moments later I realized what it was and started to react. 

I tore it open and inside was an address. It was about an hour away from my house. Only about ten minutes from where I used to live. But now I had to go. He needed me, and I needed to be there. 

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Brief, Exciting, and All But Forgotten

I was standing in the book store when it happened. It was a rainy day, as it always was in London. I was waiting in line to pay for my textbooks when I first spotted the Police Call Box

They were never around, and I had never actually seen one. It looked brand new, and everyone walked by it like it had always been there. I made a mental note to take a better look at it later

I made it to the front of the line, paid for my books, and stuck them in my bag so that the rain wouldn't ruin them for they weren't cheap. I opened my umbrella and walked over to the Call Box. It was royal blue, and in perfect condition. I read the sign and took a pull on the doors, but they didn't open

I frowned to myself, and tried again. I shook them violently when they opened inwards, opposite to what the sign posted on the door said. I took a step in, and my first though was it's bigger on the inside. Bigger. On. The. Inside  It was impossible. How could it be bigger on the inside? How?

I stepped out, and circled it to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I stepped back inside, and let out a small burst of laughter. I set my bag down, closed my umbrella, and took off my coat and hung it on the railing. I walked up to the center piece; a tall tube that was surrounded by gadgets and gizmos

Everything was so odd, and weird, and just...impossible. I heard steps outside, and hid in one of the side rooms. A single young man came in, wearing a trench coat and suit as blue as the Call box itself. He hummed as he walked in, and stood at the console. 

"Well, sexy. Where to now?" the way he called the machine, like it was a person, should have sounded happy and light. But his tone was sad, and his eyes were far away. He stood in silence, circling the console and flicking random switches. It was off flying, though it didn't feel like it

He took a step away from the console to hang up his jacket. out of the pocket fell a small picture. A older man with a grown up girl, probably his daughter. He looked down at the picture, and his face (if possible) fell into even more sadness. He picked up the picture, and his eyes welled up with tears

I felt like I should try to comfort him, but all I could think of was coming out of my hiding spot.

"Sir, are you okay?" I asked politely. He was caught off-guard by my appearance. His face formed again, into something that resembled a  happy expression, but it really was false. I could see the far off look in his eyes, just barely. 

"Who are you?" he said.

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Writers' Block

I want to write but I’m feeling really uninspired

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Escape

I run. Run as fast as I can. But I'm not as fast as I usually am, I am exhausted. I feel my lungs burn, and a dry, metallic taste in my mouth. I couldn't go on for much longer. I'd need to hide. I hear the horses behind my, and I feel my stomach drop. I didn't have much time.

I run and see a small dirt hole in the ground. I might be able to hide for a little while, but not long. Enough to barely catch  my breath. I can't believe she betrayed me. She was supposed to be helping me, not doing things like this. Was her name really Damita? I doubted, not if she could betray me like this.

I cursed under my breath. The sound of horses' hooves had stopped, and I heard someone dismount their horse. I shut my eyes. I was nervous, and so I covered my mouth to avoid them hearing my breathing. 

I really hoped she'd be cursed, cursed with something so awful and there was no way for Damita to get rid of it. She deserved it. Damita the Damned. Sounded like a title that she deserved. 

I huddled deep in my corner, praying that I would stay hidden. If they found me out, I'd be dead, or maybe worse. Who knew, really. 

That's when I felt the horse breathing down my neck. things moved in slow motion. I was dragged out by the collar of my shirt. I cursed Damita the Damned one more time before I was knocked out and taken to my execution 

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Writers' Block

I want to write but I'm feeling really uninspired

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The Carousel

"What are you doing?" I asked as he led me to the abandoned amusement park. Felix was always cryptic about our adventures, especially when he planned them

"I want to show you something, Dawn" He said, smiling. I knew he was different the moment I saw him. Something was odd, but in a good way.

"I know that." I had never been the the old amusement park outside of town. It was a little too creepy to go alone. But Felix always made me feel safe, even if I knew I wasn't

I tripped on a root as he led me, but he caught me. He always caught me, which was part of the reason why I felt safe.

"Be careful Dawn, it's dark" I gave him a look. Of course I knew it was dark. He always said things like that, stating the obvious. 

"Duh, I know that" I reply harshly. He looks away, and for a second I feel bad I snapped at him. He reminded me of a puppy sometimes. Always taking me places, leading me into the unknown, but had a way of making me regret my words with a certain look.

But the feeling goes away as he stops an we're standing in front of an old carousel. The wood horses have faded paint on them, and their tails have few hairs in them. It must've been amazing in its time, but now it was just old and unfinished.

Felix smiled at me. He knew I loved old things. "Look at this" he said, and waving his fingers. suddenly the lights on it lit up, and music started playing. The horses rattled to life, pawing their wood feet tossing their heads. I knew Felix was special, but this. This was something else

"How-?" I started to ask, but he simply shook his head and gestured to a horse. I climbed on, and he sat behind my, his arms around my waist. I felt my heart flutter a little, and the horse started to move.

It was like nothing I had ever felt, and I would do it again in a heartbeat

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A writing mood

I was sitting with my quill, coming up with nothing when someone knocked on my door. I don't usually get visitors, but I had an idea on who it was. I got up, my skirts swishing softly along my dark wood floor. The person at my door was getting impatient, so I picked up my pace.

I was surprised to see a very pretty lady standing in front of me. She was young, and wore a dark red dress that was tight around her torso, and fell in soft folds around her waist and down to her feet. It would've looked sort of like a wedding dress, if it weren't for the blood red colouring.

"May I help you?" I asked, calm and polite. Maybe she just wanted directions? She smiled sweetly. 

"Yes you can. May I come in?" She spook with a voice smooth as silk. I stood aside, letting her in. Maybe one of Morgana's followers? I was still curious. 

"Would you like some tea?" I offered, trying to be a good host. Though I didn't host many parties or gatherings. She nodded and I disappeared into the kitchen, and when I returned, she was flipping through my notes on the desk. "I would appreciate it if you didn't touch that" I said. 

"I'm sure you would, Shiya." That caught me off-guard, No one knew my real name, except for Sam. I didn't even know who this was.

Then she started to question me about my hunt for Morgana, and I started to get really nervous. 

"How do you know all this?" I asked, reaching for the bone-handled knife I kept tucked under my sleeve. 

"Simple, she's the one who released me from the Underworld." I narrowed my eyes, checking to see if she was lying. I knew Morgana was working on some ritual to release a bunch of demons on our world, but I was unsure it was real. I was starting to realize it was a big problem, bigger then the pending war.

If there were now demons, I was surely doomed in my hunt for Morgana, especially if they would hold me back. I glared at my guest. "Why are you here then?" I said, with venom. She looked at me. 

"To threaten you, and warn you." She said, smoothly, reaching for an apple that was in the bowl on the dinning room table. She seemed cautious, reaching for it. But as soon as her hands touched it, it faded to ashes. She sighed, as if this was expected. "The curse remains" She whispered. "Shiya, Morgana has done so many thing in favor of the demons, that you might not be prepared. There is a wolf, a half-breed, who will be very valuable in this oncoming war." 

I looked at her. No way could I trust a demon. She reached for another apple, and it turned to ash as soon as she touched it. Her eyes flickered red, and she flashed sharp teeth. But when she spoke they looked normal. "Are you going to tell me where this wolf is?" I asked, cautious. 

She laughed. A cruel, cold sound. "Now that would just be completely unfair to everyone. Especially us. No, but you will know when you see her" She said, and began to leave. 

"Wait, who even are you?" I asked. If I could get her name, I could do research. She paused, thinking over the question. Without a doubt debating whether or not to answer it truthfully. 

She turned to me, her eyes flickering red again. "You are speaking with Madira" She said before exiting the house, and cutting off any other questions I might have.