Friday, 25 October 2013

Holes

This is a poem I had to write in class. I had to take one line from a song and write wherever it takes you

Holes
There is a hole in my soul
It can never be filled
All my life I have been in hiding
Running away from men
Then you came along
Everything changed
You started to pull me out of the dark
You made me believe men weren't that bad
I started to trust you
Let you guide me
I became yours 
Then you left
You left for the next best thing
The new and improved 
You threw me out 
Like all your toys before
And left me for all to attack
There is a hole in my soul
And it is you who put it there

By Grace Franks

Thursday, 24 October 2013

The Nightmare Child

This is my Halloween story I had to write for school I hope you enjoy it.



The Nightmare Child
Written by Grace Franks

We lost a lot of good people last month, my best friend included. These people didn’t deserve to die the way they did, and to die so young as well… I am the only one left to tell the story of The Nightmare Child, and for me to do that it is best to start at the beginning.
It was a cold October morning and I could see my breath in front of me as I climbed the stairs onto the school bus. My black sweatpants and thin T-shirt that I got volunteering to build houses for the people who lost theirs in the flood last year is not strong enough to keep out the bitter air. I flattened down my already messy, blonde hair and said hello to the bus driver. I walked down the aisle and took a seat in the third row from the back beside my best friend Lucy. Lucy and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We could sit for hours talking about nothing but horror stories. She’s not into that now, Lucy has become like every other girl in my school, girly. Lucy flicks her braided brunette hair behind her shoulder. She never wears the same outfit twice anymore, unlike me who is wearing the same shirt as yesterday. Today she is wearing a flowery tank-top with a black blazer and skinny jeans. She has piled on the makeup and covered herself in jewellry. Even if I think she is wearing too much cosmetics the rest of the girls in my class think she has barely anything on at all. All she talks about now are boys and beauty products. she doesn't even like school anymore.
“Why do we have to go on this stupid field trip anyway, what can we possibly learn from visiting a rundown, asylum for the crazies? I would much rather spend my time shopping.” Lucy said with an irritated tone to her voice.
“ Its history” I reply. “Most of our ancestors went to St. Johns Asylum for the Mentally Unstable because they all believed in someone called The Nightmare Child. A lot of people just thought they were crazy but some did start to believe in their theories.
“They were crazy Rose. Who would believe in something as foolish as The Nightmare Child.” after that Lucy began to talk about makeup so I stopped paying attention.
Once everyone in my class had boarded the bus and Mr. Fletcher had done a head count we headed off to the asylum. It was an hour ride away since it was well secluded in a dense forest ten miles from nowhere. Once we finally arrived at St. Johns Asylum we headed in for the tour. From the outside you would think royalty would live here, it looked like  a castle. The asylum had four towers in each corner risen above the rest of the building. Ivy was growing up the sides of the asylum which made it look like green insects scaling the walls. As soon as you stepped  inside though, you realised no royalty could ever live here. There were rows upon rows of padded cells, and when you finally thought the cells would stop, another row would appear. We just passed the door to the basement that was restricted to everyone, even the tour guide isn’t allowed to enter, Lucy whispered in my ear.
“ This is so boring! I’m going off to explore the basement on my own.”
“ You shouldn't head off on your own you don’t know what could be down there! I said worriedly.
“ Relax grandma I’ll be fine.” And with that Lucy was off.
Lucy came back ten minutes later with a terrified look on her face. Something’s happened.
“ Lucy what happened, are you okay?” I asked quickly while examining her for any injuries. Lucy shuddered then blinked. I could of swore her eyes just turned black. “ Lucy where did you go? Did you go anywhere apart from the basement?”
“ Nowhere, I was absolutely nowhere.” Lucy said with a vacant sound to her voice, as if there was no life inside of her. I found no wounds on her which lessened my worry a little.
“Come on we better catch up to the rest of the group” But that was a big mistake. You see I should never of let Lucy go back to the group, because that is how everyone dies.
“Ah there you are girls you should try and keep up with the group from now on. You don’t want to be caught by The Nightmare Child” Mr.Fletcher said to us jokingly. That was Mr. Fletcher’s final words. The next few seconds went by so slowly it felt like an eternity. The entire class saw Lucy transform into a devilish creature. You could call it a child Lucy turned into but no child could ever look like that. Black rotten fangs replaced her once white teeth, her  pupils expanding until all the colour in her eyes had been drained completely. Lucy began convulsing, Black liquid writhing through her veins, her skin crumbling away until all that was left was a leathery membrane that looked like the colour of death itself. Once Lucy was no longer Lucy she lunged at Mr. Fletcher and began sucking out his soul until there was nothing left but an empty corpse, but that was before The Nightmare Child entered his body. Mr. Fletcher's body began to rise from where it fell and Lucy’s body came tumbling down. Lucy was dead. She’s been dead since the moment she entered the basement.
All of a sudden bodies everywhere where dropping down dead. Everyone was screaming but no one would hear our cries. I suddenly saw what was happening. When The Nightmare Child kills someone it has to enter the body of its last victim. Mia, the smartest girl in our class who had the most beautiful brunette hair was dead. Josh the athlete, was dead, Miranda the class clown was dead, Sally the shy girl who sat at the back of the class was dead. Everyone was dead apart from me. What made me so special? I stared into The Nightmare Child’s eyes, and it stared right back. I looked around counting everyone lying on the floor trying to figure out who’s body The Nightmare Child had taken possession of. It was Liam. Sweet little Liam who would hold the door open for everyone as they entered the school, who sat on his own for lunch and had no one to listen to. Then I suddenly realised the reason why The Nightmare Child hadn’t eaten my soul. It was because I hadn’t given up. I had something to fight for. Everyone else in my class had no one they cared enough about to fight against The Nightmare Child. I am still here because of Liam. He saved my life. He gave me a fighting chance, because if Liam hadn’t died before I did I would be lying on the ground surrounded by my fellow classmates. With my new found courage I walked over to the case where they kept the fire axe and grabbed it. With all my might I picked up the axe and swung. I hit The Nightmare child right in the neck slicing through its leathery skin and straight out the other side. Ink black blood drained out of The Nightmare Child’s severed head. I had killed The Nightmare Child.
Once I finally found a phone I called the police. They came as quickly as they could but once they arrived they arrested my on the spot. They didn’t believe in The Nightmare Child, They were saying I should be put in an asylum for the disgusting things I have done. So now you see why I am writing this today. This is me pleading my case, telling you I am innocent. This is me giving up because there is no one left to fight for. This is me and my death note so you know what happened to me. This is me. The Nightmare Child.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Lost


Lost

Time and memories fly past me in any order they choose
I am surrounded by organized chaos 
Nothing makes sense
Its been this way since I lost myself between worlds
Lifetimes fly by in a matter of seconds 
Seconds go by in lifetimes
I am Alice in Wonderland
Where nothing is what it seems
I feel my soul being sucked away from me
I am lost in my own timeline
Running between friends and foes
I feel my life draining from me 
Hiding where it will never be seen
I am lost and cannot be found


Burn


Burn

Heaven and hell both have ways to burn
 Hell has flames that burn
Heaven burns you by giving you the sensation to jump
To leap into a world of unknown desires
To break all the rules
To make mistakes and not regret them
 And most of all to love
Love is a dangerous thing
It burns harder than heaven and hell put together
I took that jump from heaven
All for a chance at love
Now I burn in the flames of hell.

By Grace Franks

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Clue?

This is a short story my friends and I wrote together for school. 


Clue?
Plum’s P.O.V: Chapter 1
Written by Grace Franks

The clock chimed three and I knew I was ready. I quickly re-applied my lipstick and left my room to meet Mustard in the observatory. As I was walking down the hallway I started to think about our fight we had last night. I didn’t mean what I said about killing him, I love him, I love him more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. At this thought I run down the hallway straight to the observatory; the old worn out floorboards creaking as I run.  I don’t even knock I just sprint through the door to the observatory and begin talking.

  “ I am sorry for last night I didn’t mean what I said about wanting to kill you. I love you you know that” I confess to Mustard.

“Mustard are you listening to me? Mustard?”

I walk over to his chair that is facing away from the door and spin it around. The scream that comes out of my mouth next was so high pitched it could shatter glass. Crimson red blood cloaked Mustards once white shirt and where his heart would be was an old skeleton key was plunged into his chest.
The next moments were so fast that they seemed to fly by in a matter of seconds. First the maid came running in and stared at the body then once she regained her sense she called the police only to find out the phones were dead and the lines had been cut. She then told me to find everybody and to tell them to meet in the hall to talk about what has just happened.  once everyone was in the hall the maid began talking.

“ I am afraid to tell you but there has been a murder in this house. I tried to call the police  but the lines have been cut. Mustard is dead and someone in this room has murdered him”

A collection of gasps fill the room.  Then as if a tsunami of noise flooded the hall everyone started talking at once. No one could hear what anybody was saying so the noise just grew and grew until a loud boom silenced everyone. The maid dropped the gun and we all stared at her.

“ Please be quiet. We need to think about this logically. There is a murderer in this house and they might strike again. I don’t know how long it will be until we can get hold of the police so we need to figure this out ourselves we need to find the murderer and contin them so they don’t kill anyone else….”




Story Continued In The Maids P.O.V Written By Chloe Miller

Clue?
The Maid’s P.O.V: Chapter 2
Written by Chloe Miller

I ran in the study to see Ms. Plum sobbing next to a dead body covered in red blood with a key sticking out of his chest. I called 911 but the lines were all cut, what do we do now? I slammed the  old worn out phone down. “ Plum go get everyone and tell them its an emergency, we have a murder on our hands!”  I said in hurry. The next few minutes seemed to fly by in seconds.

“ I am afraid to tell you but there has been a murder in this house. I tried to call the police but all the lines have been cut. Mustard is dead and someone in this room has murdered him” I said as calmly as I  could.

  There were gasps and whispers, then they  turned into screams, I shouted to get everyones attention that didn't work so I shot the gun which let out a loud boom.

    “ Please be quiet we need to think about this logically. There is murderer in this house and they might strike again. I don't know how long it will be until we can get hold of the police so we need to figure this out ourselves. We need to find the murderer and contain them so they don't kill anyone else. Now to see who is guilty and innocent I have to receive everyones alibis. We didn’t find the body until 3:00pm but from the look of the blood and the colour of the body the murder must’ve happened around 12:00pm” I turn round to look at Plum. “Plum where were you at 12:00pm this afternoon?” I asked

          “ I was in the guest room studying for my final test in medical school.” Plum sobbed holding in tears.

“Peacock where were you at the time of the murder?”

“I was in the living room discussing my divorce with my lawyer” Peacock said with a pale face.

“And Scarlet where were you during this tragic time?”

“ I was reading romance novels in the spa” Scarlet said innocently

“ Greene where were you at the time when Mustard was killed?

 “ I was reading a murder mystery novel on the patio.” Greene said smiling “ But the question is, where were you at the time of the murder Maid?”
               
                   
 

Story Continued In Scarlet’s P.O.V Written By Elsa Elshani


Clue? 
Scarlet's P.O.V: Chapter 3
Written by Elsa Elshani

Just a few seconds ago the Maid was asking for everyones alibi and now she is the suspected murderer.

“ You seem to know an awful lot about murder investigation, Maid.” Greene said suspiciously.

“For your information I am in university right now aiming to become a detective so this is my area of expertise.”

“ Its true!” I Burst out.

“ And how would you know that?” Greene asks me

“Unlike you Greene I like to know who my Maids are and what they would like to do with their lives” I say proudly. “But I guess you wouldn’t know that since you have barely spoken to me since I came here”

" It was you!" Greene's voice is booming through the hall.

   " How could it be me?" I shout

   " You're new here, nothing bad like this has ever happened before! Suddenly you show up and Mr.Mustard is dead!" Oh great just a second ago the Maid was the murderer and now its me!

  " It wasn't me! I swear!"

   " How would we know that?" Plum asks. " Greene is right you are the new one here. None of us know you."

  " That doesn't mean that I am a killer!" I shriek.

  " Then who would it be? Peacock yells in my face.

   " I don't know but no one should suspect that it was me. There is no proof." My voice comes out as a whisper. " No one has proof." Which was true I hadn't done anything. And right now these strangers were accusing me of a murder... My face must have been masked in horror, because Plum tells everyone.

    " Look at her she's pale, you are all scaring her."

   " THE KEY!!" I scream. Everyone jerks back when I say this.
 
  " What about the key?" Peacock asks in a questioning tone.
 
" There was a skeleton key plunged into Mustard's chest."the Maid explains.
 
" Like we don't know that!" Greene says sarcastically.
 
 " Yes but with the key we can see which door it leads to."
 
 " I think I know where she is getting with this." Plum begins.
 
" But who would want to take the key out of Mustard's chest?"

    I will." A voice comes from behind us.  All of our heads turn to see that the voice belongs to the butler. Its the first time he has spoken since the murder. This makes me think that the butler killed Mustard. If he could grab the key out of his chest then he could have the guts to kill him too. It seems like the group is gasping a lot now, because we all do. I know that they are thinking that he is the killer as well.

  " Only if you want me to." he starts to explain. " It's in my job description, to do whatever the guests of the house want to."

   I don't know that I have been holding my breath until I release it all when he finished explaining. From the way I hear the others, they have been holding their breath too.

   " Go ahead if you dare." Greene’s voice startles me. " It is pretty gruesome in there."

  They butler walks towards the door. We all follow. A moment of silence has spread upon us as we head for the observatory where we have left the body untouched until now.  The butler takes out the key for the observatory. One that only he and Mustard could have. Crossing the observatory off my list when we look for which rooms the key door opens. When the observatory door swings open. BOOM! The  old and worn out door hits the observatory walls. Everyone jumps, startled, which is odd considering all the events that have just happened a door slamming shouldn't be that big of a surprise.  But it still is and I cling to Plum, she shakes me off. Like I am a bug, like I am nothing. To these people I am nothing. Unless I can clear my name. Then I can be treated normally and they will be more forgiving. They should feel bad for accusing people so badly.

    The butler walks over to the chair where Mustard lies. A chill goes down my back. What kind of person would do this. The guests look over at me and my cheeks fill with warmth. They believe that I have done this. That I am a horrible, awful person. They think that I am killer.  The butler leans over  Mustard. He reaches over and pulls out the key.  From behind me I can hear Plum let out a small whimper. I look behind me. She is clinging to Greene for dear life. Greene is smiling a wicked smile. I shake off the thought and look back. The butler hands the key over to me. Another chill goes down my back. The butler looks like he is giving me something that belongs to me.

  " What are you going to do with the key now?" Greene asked slyly.

  " Ihat I am going to do with the key is this." I walk right out of the room.

    The key feels warm in my hand . I try to open the door to the living room and try to twist the key. It doesn't budge. I feel guilty because I wanted the key to open this door. Then they would know that it was Mrs. Peacock and not me. I then try the theatre and I hear the rest of the guests following me. The theatre doesn't work, I hurry to the spa, this is my where I was. I am worried that this key will open the spa.  The key fits in. My hands start to sweat I feel tense. I turn the key and I hear a lock snap open. The spa door opens and I feel like dying. When I turn around everyone is glaring at me with dirty looks. They all think that it was me.
Story Continued In Peacock’s P.O.V Written By Fiza Janjua




Clue?
Peacock’s P.O.V: Chapter 4
Written by Fiza Janjua 

A few hours earlier….

It had just turned noon; I was walking past the observatory when I heard a loud boom I turned my head back and saw the observatory door slam shut. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but the door was locked so I looked through the little keyhole and what I saw next was the most terrifying thing in my whole life. The murder of my beloved step-brother.

  What I witnessed next was unspeakable, I saw Greene in the motion to stab him but my dear brother throws a vase at him in the attempt to save his life, but he sadly misses and Greene plunges the skeleton key into his heart sending him into a deep dark world which we call death. Red blood dripped down his arm and fell into a puddle on the beige carpet. I was screaming and yelling inside but outside no one could hear a sound as I fell to my knees, weeping in the loss of my dear brother.

  Suddenly the door swings open and I fall onto my back and land on the cold carpeted floor. Sobbing as I remember the last happy memories of when my brother and I were together but interrupting my sad memories is Greene as he glares at me in anger and confusion.

“What have you done!” I yell at him using all my strength before I collapse to the floor. I black out.

  The next thing I know I’m sitting on the patio across from Greene, I scramble to my feet and slowly back up.

“Don’t hurt me!” I say trembling with fear.

 “I won’t hurt you, I promise. We just need to talk.” He says.

“Talk? What’s left to say? You murdered my brother, Jacob! You killed him!” I yell.

“Your Step brother.” He corrects.

“We loved each other so much, neither of us ever felt like we were step siblings.” I answered him. I stared at him in disgust. “You should be ashamed of yourself! Do you even realize what you’ve done?” I told him. I looked into his eyes and saw regret but when I saw the rest of his face he seemed pleased with himself.

“I did it in the name of love you know, a love that was meant to be. Until it was interrupted by a minor setback, but I’ve taken care of that now.” He said with a sly smile on his face. “Now I have a proposal for you, I feel really bad for you. I know how you’re going through your divorce and the loss of your step brother. But you have to be strong and I want to help you get through this.” He told me.
“Help? I don’t need your help! And for your information I wouldn’t be grieving in the loss if you hadn’t killed him!” I yelled at him.

“Oh, but you do. It has come to my attention that you are in some financial trouble.” He answered me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“That lawyer you hired is awfully expensive, don’t you think?” He said.

“Thats none of your concern.”

“Oh, but I want to help you.”

“I already told you I don’t need your help!”

“Listen I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen carefully. I will give $500,000 and pay for the lawyer as well, and all you have to do is forget everything you saw.” He tells me.

 I sit there thinking for a minute. Am I really that selfish and self-absorbed that I’ll forget the murder of my own brother, just for a couple hundred bucks? I wasn’t sure, I shouldn’t be. But it was my situation that was making me think otherwise.

“You’re taking an awful long time thinking about this you know. Just let me remind you what I’m capable of.” He yelled at me this time, tapping his finger on the old worn deck chair. I had thought about and I had made my decision. I needed the money and I had to get away from my horrible husband. And it wasn’t like I wouldn’t give him a proper funeral.

“So what will it be.” He asked me.

“I accept.” I felt absolutely dreadful and I couldn’t believe what I had done. But I kept reminding myself that it was a life and death situation.




Story Continued In Greene’s P.O.V. Written By Jane Milligan








Clue?
Greene’s P.O.V: Chapter 5
Written By Jane Milligan


 “My plan worked they never suspected it was sweet old worn out Mr. Green.” But I had no choice I love Plum, and Mustard did not deserve her he treated Plum horribly. So now with him out of the picture we can be together.  

It was 12:00pm and I went up to the study where Mustard usually spends his afternoons. I slowly walked into the observatory. Mustards chair was turned around facing the bay window. At this point I am starting to rethink killing him but then I think of plum and I got a boost of confidence.

      “Is that you green” Mustard asks.

     I reach into my pocket and feel the shape of an old skeleton key. As I start to walk towards him he says,

“what are you doing Green?”
 
    I go to grab him but he picks up a vase and throws it at me with great force I quickly duck and he misses but the Vase crashing made a loud boom, I hope no one hears. That’s when I reach for the key and plunge it into his chest just like in my book. I gasp as the ruby red blood drips onto my fingertips I can’t believe what I just did. A loud gasp comes from the door I turn my heat for a second and I feel a hand reach up and grab me it was Mustard he found a last bit of strength so I stab him repeatedly with the key. I run over to the door and push it open I see Peacock is laying on the floor sobbing.

     “What have you done she screams”

     “Just listen “I say

But she falls back with a boom hits her head, and blacks out. My adrenalin is pumping now what; I can’t have anyone see me in this room. So I quickly grab her and drag her to the back porch being careful not to be seen. She slowly regains consciousness. But when she sees who she’s with and where she is Peacock backs away. She has a confused yet angry look on her face.

“I did it in the name of love you know, a love that was meant to be. Until it was interrupted by a minor setback, but I’ve taken care of that now."
I say trying to reassure her but she looks more confused than ever. So I try to explain.

“Now I have a proposal for you, I feel really bad for you. I know how you’re going through the divorce and the loss of your step brother. But you have to be strong and I want to help you get through this.” I said to Peacock.

“Help? I don’t need your help! And for your information I wouldn’t be grieving in the loss if you hadn’t killed him!” She yells at me.

“Oh, but you do. It has come to my attention that you are in some financial trouble.” I say trying to get her to agree with me.

“What do you mean?” She asked me.

“That lawyer you hired is awfully expensive, don’t you think?” I said.

“That’s none of your concern.” She says to me

“Oh, but I want to help you.” I think my proposal is getting to her.
 
“I already told you I don’t need your help!” She yells at me.

“Listen I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen carefully. I will give $500,000 and pay for the lawyer all you have to do is forget everything you saw.” I tell her.

A few hours later…

We all go to the hall to meet so we can discuss this tragic death. When I get there everything is hectic people are blaming each other for no reason. I pull peacock aside to make sure she remembers the $500,000 I am giving her.

  Now I am afraid they are starting to suspect me. My story is not adding up.  I really hope my plan for framing Scarlet works. Just then Scarlet thrusts the key into the Spa’s keyhole and turns the key, it opens. I am so relieved my plan worked. I am now out of the picture and they all think it was Scarlet who killed Mustard….


Story Continued In The Butler’s P.O.V Written by ELsa Elshani




Clue? 
The Butler’s P.O.V: Chapter 6
Written by ELsa Elshani


  Everyone had a look of disgust on their face, when Scarlet
opens the door to the spa.

    " Scarlet!" The maid screams in joy. " We have found her it was
Scarlet!"

  When I look at the group of guests I feel happy. But my eyes fall upon Scarlet. Her eyes are threatening to spill tears.From one look at her I can tell she didn't kill him. She looks so innocent and sad.

    " It's not her!" I tell everyone. " She's been framed.  If she had done this crime then she wouldn't have taken the key and tried to open the door. That would be like just telling everyone she did this crime." Everyone thinks about what I have said. Considering the facts. Agreeing with me.

  " She probably switched keys with the spa key and the one she was going
to use to frame someone else with." Greene says a matter of factly.

   " He has a point." Plum agrees.  Scarlet has started to cry. Sobbing coming from her direction.

  " I didn't kill him. The butler is right I have been framed. I was trying
to clear my name."

  I know that everyone else is starting to believe her. Even if they don't want to. " It's not her. At the time of the murder I was getting her a drink." I'm lying about this. Scarlet looks up from her hands. Confusion on her face. She doesn't say anything though. She knows what I am doing.

  " Then who was it?" Green asks.

   A look is shot at him from Peacock. An emotion that I am not familiar with.
I don't know what but she knows something. It looks like the guilt is eating her alive.

   " Winston!" I look up at the sound of my name. It is Peacock.

  " Yes miss?"
   " Get the phone cord fixed. We need to call the police at once when we figure out who the killer is."

  I walk out of the room, once I am about to leave I look over and see Greene look at Peacock in confusion. She doesn't look back at him though. The telephone is red. It is old and worn out. The cable has been cut, a smooth move if you are trying to get away from detectives. I have a feeling that Greene has done this. Peacock knows this, I know she does. It is obvious, if you weren't sobbing like Scarlet and Plum.

  In the closet there are cables. I have to get one so I can change it  for the phone. When I reach for the box it slips out of my hands. I loud  boom echoes in the supply closet. Once I get the cable fixed and I run into the hall to tell the others.
 
" Peacock, the telephone has been fixed."

   " Wonderful." she replies. She inhales deeply." I have an announcement." I walk up behind Greene. In case he does something,, I hope he doesn't. He would if he found out what Peacock is doing. I hope that she does it.

   " Greene killed Mustard." Greene lunges for her but I grab him before he does.
She keeps talking. " I saw him through the keyhole. He found me and offered me 500,000 dollars if I didn't tell any of you. I was foolish. I cannot do that to my brother." Peacock looks down. " I hope you can forgive me."

  Plum walks beside her "Of course we can."

   " Call the police!" Scarlet yells at me. " Now before he gets away."

   " I can't let him go."

   " Fine I will call them!"

30 minutes later…

   The lights of red and blue flash before me. The police had come. They had taken care of Greene. Scarlet was there rubbing it in Greene's face that he hadn't gotten away with framing her. Greene was trying to confess his love to Plum. She shoos him away.

   " I will never love you."

   " I did this for us." He explains to her.

   The police officer takes Greene in the backseat of the car. Then he walks over to me and hands me a 400,000 dollar cheque.

  " Why are you giving me this?" I ask in confusion.

  " For taking this case off our hands. Call us if you need a job as a detective." Then he walks towards the car and drive away.

  Peacock is sitting with her hands on her lap. She looks very sad. I hand her the cheque.

   " This is for your divorce. It's not as much as 500 grand but.." She jumps up and hugs me.

   " Thank  you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"


2 Years Later…

  " Is my make-up okay?" Scarlet asks Plum.

  " Yes it is."

  " Everyone please sit down." The minister tells them.

   I am standing with two other men and the minister. The music starts to play, Mozart's Wedding March. At that time Peacock walks out of the old and worn out doors . Her dress is red, a dark ruby red.

   " She looks gorgeous." Plum whispers to Scarlet. Scarlet nods in awe. Peacock gets to the stand.

   " Could we just skip this part?" I ask.

   " As you wish." The minister replies.

   " Eleanor Peacock do you take Winston Mark to be you husband?"

   " I do."

   " Winston Mark do you take Eleanor Peacock to be your long wedded wife?"

   " I do."

   " You may now kiss the bride."

 Although this is my wedding and I have just married the most beautiful woman in all of creation, I can never quite forget the murder at the mansion. But What would've  happened if we didn’t find the clues?


   THE END

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Sin

Sin

I wake up to the sound of police sirens, I look out my window and see three police cars outside of Adam D220’s house. He must be a Pure. The police only come for the Pures. No one is meant to know about the Pure’s the only reason I know what they are is because my dad and I work for the government. Classified information only for the chosen few. I do my job and look for any Pures, I didn’t expect Adam D220 to be one though.
A Pure is anyone who fights the system. They would rather live in a world like the one we lived in before, rather than the one we live in now. We left the world of violence and hate, and started a new one building it out of love and compassion. We still need laws though, nobody's perfect. We run on a system called the CLONE. Everyone is a clone of either Adam or Eve. Eve Winters and Adam Aetas were the C.E.O and chairman of the Eden Project. The Eden Project was a  new experiment to see if we could make a better human race than the one we destroyed. All males are identical to Adam Aetas, and all females are an exact replica of Eve Winters. The perfect human being.
I walk over to my desk at the other side of my room and write Adam D220’s name on my whiteboard. With Adam D220’s name added to the list that is one hundred and thirty- five Pures This town has caught this month, and the numbers are rising. They have never been this high before. I think something is going on. No one ever listens to me though. Since I am only sixteen and the rest of my co-workers are in their mid-thirties, I am inexperienced and naive compared to them so they never listen to me. However if someone’s keeping track Adam E320’s has only made three captures this week unlike me who had made twenty captures and that was all before lunch on Monday morning.
After three hours of tossing and turning I finally fell back of to sleep and dreamt about the Pures. I was one of them. I stole the code to terminate the CLONE machine and was running for my life. I've had this dream many times before, but this time it is different. Someone is whispering in my ear the whole time telling me the exact same words over and over again “ The time is right, run”. I don’t tell anyone about my dreams, otherwise they would think I am a Pure and would be executed for my crimes against the CLONE.
The sunlight pours through my window and wakes me up. Unhappily II stretch and walk into the kitchen where I find dad pouring two cups of coffee, I grab one of the cups and sit down.

“morning Eve G349” My dad says with the same smile he always wears on a morning.
“Morning Adam D467” I don’t dare call him Dad, because that is another thing Pures do. I chug down my coffee pop some toast in the toaster for Dad and me, get the butter out of the fridge and wait. Ping! The toast is ready and I layer it with a very thin line of butter. This is what breakfast is like everyday. Nothing changes, and it never can change, because yet again that is another Pure trait. I wouldn’t mind  having coffee and toast everyday for the rest of my life, but its the fact that I hate toast. I never have liked it, but I eat it because who wants to be executed for not eating toast?
The rest of the day carries on like every other day in my life… well except for one thing. found a Pure and I didn’t report it. I was just locking up everything (since I work all of the late nights) when a Pure came up on the system. He was just a boy, ten years old at most, I couldn’t take away his life when it had only just begun. The only reason he was a Pure is because his parents were and everyone know a child does whatever their parents do, its human nature. Thats the only thing Cloning can’t take away from us, human nature. So I ignore the notification and continue locking up the office.
This is how Eve G349’s creates the story of Original Sin, all because of the one notification she ignored. Its started a revolution, Clones against Pures. For twelve years this battle goes on. Blood forever spilling on the battlefield, the Clones blood that is. Only the Clones never stopped cloning. Year after year the Pures defeated the Clones until a new batch of Adam and Eve’s were born. All until one girl that goes by the name of Eve G349 Steals the code to terminate the CLONE machine and runs for her life. She ran, and ran and  never stopped for breath until she had delivered the code to the Pure captain. The CLONE machine was destroyed and the Pure’s won.They called it The War of Eden. The Apple against the Immortals. That is until the Immortals ate the apple. They became mortal and were destroyed. Eve G349’s story ends here. She became the apple and fulfilled her dutyBecause every new world needs the story of sin. Doesn’t it?

Dead is Alive

Dead is Alive


Blood drips into puddles like rain falling in the Spring. The blood  doesn't belong to me though. No, it belongs to the three men who thought they could kill me. Do they not realize you cannot kill the already dead? I try to loot their bodies quickly but all of their blood flooding from their necks is making it tricky. I know they probably all have a wife and kids at home, but they didn't think about that while they tried to slit my neck. Once I have finally looted their bodies I begin to run down the road heading straight into the centre of the city.
This is my life now. Kill or be killed. It is a gruesome way to live, but a way to live nevertheless. Ever since The Plague decimated our world I have been on the run. I've travelled all the way from Vancouver, BC where I used to live,  to Regina, Saskatchewan the capital city in the forgotten province. I loved my old house. I miss all the homely smells it came to have. Its the little things in the end, that you miss the most. Not stuff like new clothes or money to buy electronics, more like the smile your mom gives you when you walk in the door after a terrible day at school, or the warmth of your dog as he tries to cuddle up to you in the middle of the night. Thats what I miss. Thats what everyone misses. Life.
I can’t think of sentimental stuff like that now, there's no time anymore. Emotions bring you down, its the facts that keep you afloat. At that thought I begin to think of all the facts I know about how this diseased world came to be. At first The Plague was nothing more than a flu that you could get protection from with medication, but The Plague mutated, evolved, it feasted on the medication until it built an immune system to fight it. All medication was failing, people everywhere were falling down dead, we had lost half of the the worlds population in a matter of days. That is, until a nuclear power plant killed the plague but brought along something even more nastier.
Ninety-five days after The Plague started taking lives, people were still dying left and right. No one noticed the emergency signals noting an overload in a nuclear power plant in the U.S.A. The power plant exploded, killing over three hundred thousand people in its wake, and leaving another two hundred thousand  seriously injured. However the fumes that choked the world were the worst thing that our world has been through yet. The fumes were toxic to breathe for more than five minutes at a time, so it quickly killed the plague within a matter of hours. However with all of the nuclear fumes circulating the world the only people left to take it all in was the dead. The deceased started to rise from their graves. You know how most substances expand when heated and contract when cooled? Thats the same for the dead. Only when nuclear fumes is added, the dead rise but when the air is cleaned the dead fall. They did not come back to life fully though. They were only just walking corpses. Zombies you may call them. I’m different though. Since I died after the nuclear explosion from inhaling too many toxic fumes my symptoms are different. I breath like any other human being, I have warm blood pumping through my veins like every other human, the only thing that makes me different from a living person is that I am dead.
As I make my way through the centre of town dodging broken glass and sliding past abandoned cars, something catches my eye. Food. Actual food. Well a Mr Noodle thats probably been on the ground way too long, but even though I may have detested Mr Noodles before The Plague, I do not turn my head away from any source of food. Even if it is horrible, fat, nasty food I shall still eat it, but I guess that is just the gold medal athlete side of me who hates Mr Noodles.
I make my way through the the wreck of cars and buses to where the bag of Mr Noodles awaits. as I come closer to the Dollarama plastic bag I realize I have struck gold! Inside are not only three Mr Noodles, but five tins of flaked tuna, two chocolate bars, eight cans of tinned peaches, and to top it all off ten bottles of fresh, clean water! I shall have a real feast tonight.
While walking through the empty and desolate Cornwall Centre I start to think back to when I died, and how I didn't die at the same time. I had just come back from the grocery store with a bag filled with a loaf of bread, two eggs, and a bottle of milk. Our dairy rations for the week, when it happened. The sky turned grey and smoke started to drift in from every angle. I tried to run as fast as I could back to my house where my mother and sister were waiting. but I was too late. I had inhaled too many fumes and lay on the ground choking to death, my eyes began to slowly close I saw my life flash before my eyes reliving every moment in my life. I remembered the first light I ever saw as I came into the world, all the hugs and kisses I received in my short seventeen years of life. All the ex-boyfriends and best friends who slowly drifted away. The time I got arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol.The moment I was told that my father had an affair with some Russian gold digger and he had left mom to be with her. But the last thing I thought of before my eyes shut was that, less than a minute away was my little sister sick with the plague and my mother caring for her, waiting on the milk and eggs to make her a cake for her birthday which was today. Why couldn't I of just ran little bit faster? My eyes fluttered closed and with my final last breath I whispered the words “happy birthday” to my little sister waiting for me to come home.
Just then my eyes suddenly opened again! I didn't question anything all I knew is that I was saved. I was dead but some higher power (or nuclear gases) brought me back to life. I ran back home to my mother and sister with a giant smile on my face and bolted through the door to tell them how I was saved. But I was too late they were dead.They inhaled too many fumes. Unlike me they were both infected with the plague. The fumes killed them just as they did to me but they weren’t strong enough to fight it and be brought back from the dead like I was. Since my heart beat only just stopped, the toxic fumes had enough power to get it back pumping again in a matter of seconds. But i wasn’t infected. I was strong. The fumes that killed me saved my life.  Why couldn’t my little sister be strong enough too? The thing is now that I can never die. I can never kill myself because I feel bad because of my mother and sisters death. No, I cannot do that. Unlike zombies that will eventually die from enough gunshots or from a direct shot to the head I just cannot die. No matter how many bullets can be shot at my head I will not fall. Not even falter a step. I am invincible. Well except to starvation, dehydration, old age etc. But they are too long of a wait to die. I will begin to think. To wonder, if this is really what my sister would have wanted. There are others like me out there. I just have to find them. Thats what I have been looking for when travelling from place to place.  A safe haven, Utopia. a place where I can live out the rest of my life in peace. To remember my sister the way she would have wanted to remembered. In love.
I had just passed the ransacked Shoppers Drug Mart when I heard it. A scraping noise running along the window of EB Games. I turned around and realised that there is a whole pack of Zombies chasing me. Not Zombies like me who only kill to not be killed, but man eating Zombies who actually enjoy the taste of human flesh. Yuck. I sprint off as fast as I can trying to pull the gun out from the back of my jeans at the same time. I turned around and fired. A corpse drops dead. Yes! Only ten more to go. The good thing about Zombies is that they are not very intelligent. I have been jogging around in the same circle dodging their groping arms while trying to reload my gun for the last minute or two. Just as I am about to shoot the last one down it drops to the ground with a loud crash. Thats when I see the knife in the back of the Zombie’s head. Someones here. I manage to dodge the knife hurtling towards my head in just the nick of time. Although I could live through a knife to the head, it would give me a terrible headache in the morning and I cannot travel as much as I would like to with a migraine. Just then a tall, black hooded figure appears in front of the escalators.


“ Be careful where you throw next time.” I say just as the last word comes out of my mouth another knife comes flying towards my face. I catch it between my fingers and yawn as if this isn’t even hard for me. And it isn’t. This is childs play. After the dark, and brooding man takes another three shots at my head he finally gives up and I can speak.


“ Hey. I’m not a shooting target by the way” I say to to the hooded man.


“ You’re not from around here” the guy said.


“ No I’m not. Whats with the black pants and hoodie? Its a bit cliché don’t you think?” The man pulls down his hood and reveals his face. Oh wow… Sorry I got a bit distracted. It turns out that the guy that was just throwing knifes at my face is none other than Jack Hamilton. Star of the tragic failure of a sci-fi TV show “Timelight”. Not many people watched it though so he isn’t famous or anything. He’s a dark kind of man, he has high cheekbones that gives him a shadowy look to his face. His eyes are a dark green that are bold and piercing beside his pale skin. his hair is black with shades of grey highlighted throughout his hair (natural I might add as well.) Jack Hamilton is a unique one.


“ I wear black because its cold, and black, if you didn’t already know, keeps heat in. What's your name?” I contemplate whether to give him my real name, Skye or a fake name, probably Echo from my favourite TV show Dollhouse about these people who are imprinted with different personalities to be whoever the client wants. That unfortunately was also cancelled. In the end I decide on a fake name.


“ Echo. Yours?”


“ Blake” I know Blake is a fake name, but I play along anyway.


“ Alright Blake. What are you here for?”


“Same as you, supplies.”


“ How do you know I am looking for supplies?


“ I’ve been following you for the past half hour, saw you kill those men back there too. You should pay more attention to who’s following you. What did those men do to you anyway that you had to  break their necks and murder them?”


“ For your information those men were trying to kill me. I knew they might have had family at home but they never even stopped to think about me, if I hadn’t kill them I would be tied to a chain-linked fence waiting to starve to death.


“You could have just knocked them out.”  


“I did that the first time, then two weeks later I walk outside my tent only to find the same three men standing there ready to kill.” I said defensively.


“ Ok then… where are you heading?”


“ Forwards.”


“ Can I tag along. I've got food to share and...well I have some people I have to get away from just now. “


“Alright. But if I tell you to leave you leave. Do you understand. Oh and are you alive or are you one of those dead people who look alive?


“ ...I’m dead too many fumes…”


“ Great! Me too. At least now I know you won’t kill me when you find out I’m dead.” I say with a smile on my face.
I turn on my heels and swagger out of the Cornwall Centre in the direction of Manitoba.The next province in my list of places Utopia could be, but I have a growing suspicion there is no Utopia. I have to hope though. It is the only thing that keeps me walking anymore. Hope.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a Zombie, and just  for no reason at all but to give Jack a warning at how good my knife skills are compared to his, I pull out one of my many daggers hidden under my clothes. Without even looking at my target, I flick my wrist and send the dagger flying into the skull of the Zombie. I turn around and give a seductive smile in the direction of Jack. He gives me a “what have I gotten myself into” kind of look, and with that I carry on with my journey to find Utopia and maybe, just maybe find a world worth living in.


End of Chapter One