Kat woke up, and instantly reached for the glittery pink jewellery box on her bedside table.
Trembling, she cautiously opened the box.
Inside was a small heap of sparkling, glittering, glimmering dust.
It was all the colours of the rainbow, but was mainly made up of a beautiful, pale pink...gems!
Kat gasped, she couldn't believe it! Was this what all the shfaelites turned into when they deceased?
What would Cynthanie's be?
Probably a horrid muck of browns and greys - bleeurgh!
Gently, she grasped the sparkly box and tipped the contents into the flower bed below - the shimmering dust sparkling amongst the primroses and tulips.
Shivering, Kat put the box back on the table, and forced herself to forget Cynthanie.
How could she do that to her own sister?
"I'll ask DreadLock Boy at school - see what he knows about them." She muttered.
Kat glanced around the canteen for DreadLock Boy, her tray of juice and pasta trembling in her hands.
"OVER HERE KAT!" Zara called from behind her, waving her sandwich manically.
Kat smiled and waved back, but turned away and scanned the canteen.
"Listen." She felt a tap on the shoulder and she spun round.
Dreadlock Boy was less than an inch away, his face scrunched up in concentration, his carton of Just Juice scrunched in his hand.
"She died last night. She should not have. Stay away. Keep away. Get out of this village - this county - this country - this world! From now on you are never safe. Even now - they could be watching us. Get out."
Monday, 14 December 2009
Chapter 12
Kat lay in her bed, gazing up at the cracked ceiling.
How could what Dreadlock Boy said be true?
Kat smiled.
He was obviously making it up or completely mad! I must have written shfaelites down somewhere and then he started making up some strange fantasy to creep me out.
Kat shivered still though.
"Tomorrow I will go down to The Pool and check it out. I will hunt for Cythanies friends, Faye and all the others." Kat whispered.
She reached for her iPod and plugged the earphones into her ears.
She scrolled through the list of pop-rock-r&b songs, the bright glow casting a small light round the room.
Disturbia by Rhianna. That seemed so appropriate!
Tap! Tap!
Kat ignored it.
Tap! Tap! THUMP!
Kat's eyelids peeled back and she gazed at her window.
Cynthanie was desperatly tapping at the window, her eyes manic, and another shfaelite close behind her.
Kat leaped up and flung open the window.
The fairies tumbled in and lay, quivering, on the duvet.
Eventually, Cynthanie sat up.
"This is my sisters, Cyrena, she flew here from another clan." Cynthanie panted.
Cyrena looked up.
She had the deepest blue eyes, very pale skin, the colour of milk, a small pink tutu of rose petals, and she had a twist of blonde hair which was pulled up in a elegant bun.
Kat squinted.
She could vaguely see the resemblance of Cythanie and Cyrena, although Cyrena seemed more delicate and....what was the word?
Happy.
"Why did you come here?" Kat asked curiously.
Cyrena opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly, as Cythanie shot her a sharp, icy glance.
"My friends, the ones I've previously told you about, where chasing us." Cynthanie said visciously, her words sharp and hard.
"Why where they chasing you?" Kat asked.
"Because she tormented them." Cyrena managed to shout.
A flash of anger creeped up on Cythanie's face and she leaped onto Cyrena.
"Shut up you! You don't know anything!" Cynthanie screamed, pushing her onto the ground.
Kat didn't know how to react.
Without meaning to Kat grabbed Cynthanie and flung her off Cyrena.
"Are you ok?" Kat whispered.
Cyrena fluttered her eyes.
"Take me to.......take me to.......I'm dying." Cyrena whispered, her breathing irregular, and her voice shaky.
"What can I do?" Kat whispered.
"Kiki.............................don't fight them..............r...uu...nn....." Cyrena gasped, before she closed her eyes, and her body fell still.
Kat fell her fist ball.
She slowly turned to Cythanie, who was sitting on the floor, her eyes blazing.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House. Never. See. Me. Again." Kat snarled through gritted teeth.
Cythanie hissed, before vanishing.
Kat glanced down at Cyrena, tomorrow she would bury her under the newly planted tulips.
Kat's anger bubbled, as she placed Cyrena in a old jewellery box, then her anger reaching its peak, she went back to sleep.
How could what Dreadlock Boy said be true?
Kat smiled.
He was obviously making it up or completely mad! I must have written shfaelites down somewhere and then he started making up some strange fantasy to creep me out.
Kat shivered still though.
"Tomorrow I will go down to The Pool and check it out. I will hunt for Cythanies friends, Faye and all the others." Kat whispered.
She reached for her iPod and plugged the earphones into her ears.
She scrolled through the list of pop-rock-r&b songs, the bright glow casting a small light round the room.
Disturbia by Rhianna. That seemed so appropriate!
Tap! Tap!
Kat ignored it.
Tap! Tap! THUMP!
Kat's eyelids peeled back and she gazed at her window.
Cynthanie was desperatly tapping at the window, her eyes manic, and another shfaelite close behind her.
Kat leaped up and flung open the window.
The fairies tumbled in and lay, quivering, on the duvet.
Eventually, Cynthanie sat up.
"This is my sisters, Cyrena, she flew here from another clan." Cynthanie panted.
Cyrena looked up.
She had the deepest blue eyes, very pale skin, the colour of milk, a small pink tutu of rose petals, and she had a twist of blonde hair which was pulled up in a elegant bun.
Kat squinted.
She could vaguely see the resemblance of Cythanie and Cyrena, although Cyrena seemed more delicate and....what was the word?
Happy.
"Why did you come here?" Kat asked curiously.
Cyrena opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly, as Cythanie shot her a sharp, icy glance.
"My friends, the ones I've previously told you about, where chasing us." Cynthanie said visciously, her words sharp and hard.
"Why where they chasing you?" Kat asked.
"Because she tormented them." Cyrena managed to shout.
A flash of anger creeped up on Cythanie's face and she leaped onto Cyrena.
"Shut up you! You don't know anything!" Cynthanie screamed, pushing her onto the ground.
Kat didn't know how to react.
Without meaning to Kat grabbed Cynthanie and flung her off Cyrena.
"Are you ok?" Kat whispered.
Cyrena fluttered her eyes.
"Take me to.......take me to.......I'm dying." Cyrena whispered, her breathing irregular, and her voice shaky.
"What can I do?" Kat whispered.
"Kiki.............................don't fight them..............r...uu...nn....." Cyrena gasped, before she closed her eyes, and her body fell still.
Kat fell her fist ball.
She slowly turned to Cythanie, who was sitting on the floor, her eyes blazing.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House. Never. See. Me. Again." Kat snarled through gritted teeth.
Cythanie hissed, before vanishing.
Kat glanced down at Cyrena, tomorrow she would bury her under the newly planted tulips.
Kat's anger bubbled, as she placed Cyrena in a old jewellery box, then her anger reaching its peak, she went back to sleep.
Monday, 7 December 2009
Chapter 11
Kat sat on the grass bank on the playing field, twiddling a little grass plait.
Heidi and Zara were at Lunch Time Clubs, Zara in the orchestra playing the violin, and Heidi at some dance class.
Kat dropped her plait and lay back, watching the clouds drift in the sky.
"Grm."
Kat frowned and sat up.
Dreadlock Boy was there, his beads on the end of his hair clicking together in the wind.
"Yes?" Kat asked, before realising how rude she sounded.
"Mmmm....." He looked deathly embarrassed.
"What do you want?" Kat asked impatiently.
He turned red.
"Shfaelites." He blurted out suddenly.
She gasped.
"I must pretend I don't know what he's talking about." KAt thought wildly.
"What are you on about?" Kat asked, her voice a little to squeaky.
He looked confused and turned his head to the side.
"The shfaelites." He repeated.
Using all her almost non existent acting skills Kat tried to look puzzled.
"Why are you lying?" He asked thoughtfully.
There was something about the way of his calm, un - expressional voice that made Kat's spine tingle.
Kat decided there was no point in lying, but she shouldn't openly admit that she had no clue what he ment.
"What are they then?" She asked matter of factly.
Dreadlock Boy's eyes glazed over.
"Evil. Goodness. Sweetness. Sugarness." He said his face calm and serious but with a slight dull smile in his eyes.
"Evil?" Kat frowned.
The Dreadlock Boy laughed.
"Evil? Ha! Didn't you realise?"
Heidi and Zara were at Lunch Time Clubs, Zara in the orchestra playing the violin, and Heidi at some dance class.
Kat dropped her plait and lay back, watching the clouds drift in the sky.
"Grm."
Kat frowned and sat up.
Dreadlock Boy was there, his beads on the end of his hair clicking together in the wind.
"Yes?" Kat asked, before realising how rude she sounded.
"Mmmm....." He looked deathly embarrassed.
"What do you want?" Kat asked impatiently.
He turned red.
"Shfaelites." He blurted out suddenly.
She gasped.
"I must pretend I don't know what he's talking about." KAt thought wildly.
"What are you on about?" Kat asked, her voice a little to squeaky.
He looked confused and turned his head to the side.
"The shfaelites." He repeated.
Using all her almost non existent acting skills Kat tried to look puzzled.
"Why are you lying?" He asked thoughtfully.
There was something about the way of his calm, un - expressional voice that made Kat's spine tingle.
Kat decided there was no point in lying, but she shouldn't openly admit that she had no clue what he ment.
"What are they then?" She asked matter of factly.
Dreadlock Boy's eyes glazed over.
"Evil. Goodness. Sweetness. Sugarness." He said his face calm and serious but with a slight dull smile in his eyes.
"Evil?" Kat frowned.
The Dreadlock Boy laughed.
"Evil? Ha! Didn't you realise?"
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Chapter 11
I woke up with a scream.
It echoed round the stone room, bouncing round the hall, bounding down the steps to the 2nd floor.
I sobbed in aghast, trembling in horror, gripping the duvet like a soft toy.
I heard some thuds up th stairs, and burst into tears, not daring to look at the window....incase it was cracked.
Mum through open the door, followed by Steve, both in pyjamas.
I cried out again shivering and terrified, to scared to even look at anything but my lap, incase it was there.
Mum ran over and cuddled me close.
"Its OK Kat. Mummy's here. Whats the matter sweetheart?......"
Her voice dwindled off.
"It must have been a silly bird that cracked that glass, and that must have provoked your nightmares." Mum said softly, mostly to Steve.
My swollen eyes widened, and I felt the fear that was knawing at my insides bubble out in overflow.
Shivering, trembling, I looked at the pane of glass.
There, almost directly where that thing was, was a large, crack.
It echoed round the stone room, bouncing round the hall, bounding down the steps to the 2nd floor.
I sobbed in aghast, trembling in horror, gripping the duvet like a soft toy.
I heard some thuds up th stairs, and burst into tears, not daring to look at the window....incase it was cracked.
Mum through open the door, followed by Steve, both in pyjamas.
I cried out again shivering and terrified, to scared to even look at anything but my lap, incase it was there.
Mum ran over and cuddled me close.
"Its OK Kat. Mummy's here. Whats the matter sweetheart?......"
Her voice dwindled off.
"It must have been a silly bird that cracked that glass, and that must have provoked your nightmares." Mum said softly, mostly to Steve.
My swollen eyes widened, and I felt the fear that was knawing at my insides bubble out in overflow.
Shivering, trembling, I looked at the pane of glass.
There, almost directly where that thing was, was a large, crack.
Chapter 10
I couldn't sleep that night.
I kept tossing and turning, my eyes wide awake, picturing Isla, and Avalon, and all of Cythanie's sisters, dancing in the hedgerows, singing unknown songs, eating all sorts of weird, unique fruit.
I closed my eyes tightly and imagined so hard I swear I could hear the tiny flutter of wing.
I felt sleepy at last.
I felt a drowsy and cosy.
Mmmm....
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I felt light when I opened my eyes, feathery and fragile, and I shot up in bed.
BANG! CRACK! BANG!
I slowly glanced up above my bed, to the window.
It was cracked.
There, about 16cm high, was a shafaelite.
It's eyes burned a piercing red, the colour of flames licking the wood, its hair was a black, the most vivid and intense black I could ever imagine, it had tattered clothes of greys, blacks and browns, all hanging off her white body like curtains.
Ripped in many many places.
It had several layers, all tatty and sometimes stained with horrid blacks and greys.
It's wafer-thin wings hung of its pale sholders like a burden, something so fragile and delicate seemed odd in such a viscious and angry monster.
The thing that shook me up though, what really made me tremble amongst my duvet, was it's expression.
It looked in agony, but happy, almost horrific.
But the most horribe, horrible, thing was it looked.....hungry.
I kept tossing and turning, my eyes wide awake, picturing Isla, and Avalon, and all of Cythanie's sisters, dancing in the hedgerows, singing unknown songs, eating all sorts of weird, unique fruit.
I closed my eyes tightly and imagined so hard I swear I could hear the tiny flutter of wing.
I felt sleepy at last.
I felt a drowsy and cosy.
Mmmm....
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I felt light when I opened my eyes, feathery and fragile, and I shot up in bed.
BANG! CRACK! BANG!
I slowly glanced up above my bed, to the window.
It was cracked.
There, about 16cm high, was a shafaelite.
It's eyes burned a piercing red, the colour of flames licking the wood, its hair was a black, the most vivid and intense black I could ever imagine, it had tattered clothes of greys, blacks and browns, all hanging off her white body like curtains.
Ripped in many many places.
It had several layers, all tatty and sometimes stained with horrid blacks and greys.
It's wafer-thin wings hung of its pale sholders like a burden, something so fragile and delicate seemed odd in such a viscious and angry monster.
The thing that shook me up though, what really made me tremble amongst my duvet, was it's expression.
It looked in agony, but happy, almost horrific.
But the most horribe, horrible, thing was it looked.....hungry.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Chapter 9
"OK Katherine.....If you could just wait here for a minute." Cynthanie instructed, and gestured with her pale fingers to the Pool.
I smiled warily at her and sat down at the edge, dipping my fingers into the clear, crystal water.
Cythanie beamed triumphantly and fluttered to into the vast clump of bushes opposite the Pool.
I waited patiently on the edge of the Pool, before finally Cynthanie fluttered out, a scowl as angry and as fierce as a bull in a ring, she clawed angrily at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes burned a fierce red, and her pale, almost translucent face was red and scrunched up in anger.
But the weirdest thing was her hair, it was now a dark black, an impossibly dark black, all trace of happiness and fairy lightness gone, just an angry, strong, black.
She balled her hands into fists, and suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were alight with shock and so quickly I couldn't be sure, her eyes regained their azure blue, and her hair returned to its silky emerald, and I thought for a second, as she looked into my eyes, that she'd never had that fierce, angry, even deathly look about her.
I snapped my eyes away, but couldn't help myself from completly denying she'd ever been angy, because how could she.....that beautiful, delicate, angel, be evil?
"Where are your friends?" I asked lightly.
"I will NOT talk about them." She merely said, almost snootily, with a small empthasis on NOT.
I shrugged.
"What are their names?" I asked carefully, for Cynthanie's name must be one of several exotic and picturesque titles.
"Asheni, Fayne, Kirima, Isla, Avalon, and a handfull of others." Cynthanie dismissed.
I gawped.
"Are they all like you?" I asked, entranced.
Cythanie frowned raising an eyebrow.
"You don't want to talk about them." She sweetly murmured.
I felt light and my head felt fluttery and I lost all interest in the subject.
"OK." I heard myself saying.
"Perfect! Now......You must promise me something." She replied, looking up on me, fluttering her thick black eyelashes.
"Anything." I said, unwillingly.
"Do not look for my sisters. You will get into trouble."
I smiled warily at her and sat down at the edge, dipping my fingers into the clear, crystal water.
Cythanie beamed triumphantly and fluttered to into the vast clump of bushes opposite the Pool.
I waited patiently on the edge of the Pool, before finally Cynthanie fluttered out, a scowl as angry and as fierce as a bull in a ring, she clawed angrily at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes burned a fierce red, and her pale, almost translucent face was red and scrunched up in anger.
But the weirdest thing was her hair, it was now a dark black, an impossibly dark black, all trace of happiness and fairy lightness gone, just an angry, strong, black.
She balled her hands into fists, and suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were alight with shock and so quickly I couldn't be sure, her eyes regained their azure blue, and her hair returned to its silky emerald, and I thought for a second, as she looked into my eyes, that she'd never had that fierce, angry, even deathly look about her.
I snapped my eyes away, but couldn't help myself from completly denying she'd ever been angy, because how could she.....that beautiful, delicate, angel, be evil?
"Where are your friends?" I asked lightly.
"I will NOT talk about them." She merely said, almost snootily, with a small empthasis on NOT.
I shrugged.
"What are their names?" I asked carefully, for Cynthanie's name must be one of several exotic and picturesque titles.
"Asheni, Fayne, Kirima, Isla, Avalon, and a handfull of others." Cynthanie dismissed.
I gawped.
"Are they all like you?" I asked, entranced.
Cythanie frowned raising an eyebrow.
"You don't want to talk about them." She sweetly murmured.
I felt light and my head felt fluttery and I lost all interest in the subject.
"OK." I heard myself saying.
"Perfect! Now......You must promise me something." She replied, looking up on me, fluttering her thick black eyelashes.
"Anything." I said, unwillingly.
"Do not look for my sisters. You will get into trouble."
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Chapter 8
"Kat? Are you OK? You look a bit pale, and you havent eaten any of your dinner, its spagetti bolegnese, your favourite." Mum drilled, as I slouched over the table, Mitchell eating delicately opposite me.
"I'm fine Mum. I just had a large snack before I went to sleep." I replied sullenly, desperate to get off the hook.
"Katherine, you know you're not supposed to eat snacks before your tea. I hope you didn't have any chocolate...." Mum droaned.
"Mum! All had was an apple, some raisins and an oatcake!" I almost shouted.
"HELLO DARLINGS!!!!!"
"Steve!" Mitchell shouted happily and ran out of the dininig room.
Mum trotted after him, her eyes all soppy.
I sensed my moment.
I tipped half of my spag bol in Mitchells plate, and the other half under my fork, before scrapering outside.
"Cynthanie!" I whispered, tip-toeing around the lawn, peering for butterflys.
"Good evening Katherine. Are you sensible now?"
"Aagh!" I screamed.
I glanced at my shoulder, and there was Cynthanie, perched on my should combing her long mane of hair with her delicate, pale fingers.
"Hi." I managed to stammer.
"My friends are scared of you. But I'm not. Do you want to meet them?" Cynthanie asked, syrup hanging in golden toffee loops off her words.
"Umm...."
"They're really kind. And I'm sure we'll all get along?" Her voice was melodic, and enchanting, it felt dusky, and heavy, and syrupy and sweet.
"Well....maybe not...." I began slowly.
"Pardon?" She said sharply, her voice still having the syrupy sweetness, but a hint of metallic anger.
I felt sleepy and cosy at the sound of her voice.
"Of course." I said without meaning to, my mouth just chorused the words Cythanie wanted to hear.
"Fabulous!" She said cheerfully, all sense of slight annoyance gone.
"I'm fine Mum. I just had a large snack before I went to sleep." I replied sullenly, desperate to get off the hook.
"Katherine, you know you're not supposed to eat snacks before your tea. I hope you didn't have any chocolate...." Mum droaned.
"Mum! All had was an apple, some raisins and an oatcake!" I almost shouted.
"HELLO DARLINGS!!!!!"
"Steve!" Mitchell shouted happily and ran out of the dininig room.
Mum trotted after him, her eyes all soppy.
I sensed my moment.
I tipped half of my spag bol in Mitchells plate, and the other half under my fork, before scrapering outside.
"Cynthanie!" I whispered, tip-toeing around the lawn, peering for butterflys.
"Good evening Katherine. Are you sensible now?"
"Aagh!" I screamed.
I glanced at my shoulder, and there was Cynthanie, perched on my should combing her long mane of hair with her delicate, pale fingers.
"Hi." I managed to stammer.
"My friends are scared of you. But I'm not. Do you want to meet them?" Cynthanie asked, syrup hanging in golden toffee loops off her words.
"Umm...."
"They're really kind. And I'm sure we'll all get along?" Her voice was melodic, and enchanting, it felt dusky, and heavy, and syrupy and sweet.
"Well....maybe not...." I began slowly.
"Pardon?" She said sharply, her voice still having the syrupy sweetness, but a hint of metallic anger.
I felt sleepy and cosy at the sound of her voice.
"Of course." I said without meaning to, my mouth just chorused the words Cythanie wanted to hear.
"Fabulous!" She said cheerfully, all sense of slight annoyance gone.
Chapter 7
"What.....What are you?" I stammered helplessly.
"A shfaelite dumbo. Its actually Shfeltilusacidumbica but we call it 'Shfaelite' for short." The little creature chorused.
My thoughts wandered to my early days when I was 7 or 8. I had these beautiful books, Ceciline Mary......a fabulous collection of delicate paintings of fairies and little elgant poems.
I scrutinised the miniscule slender fairy in front of me and tried to think of a flower it looked like.
"What flower are you?" I asked cautiously.
The little fairy laughed like a tinkling bell.
"Oh darling! I'm not a flower fairy! I'm just a 'shfaelite'. Yuck! Those flower fairies, there stinking goody-goodyness......" She said slowly, relishing every word like it was syrup.
"Aaah!" I was beginning to enjoy myself now. It suddenly dawned on me that it must be a hallutionation from my migrain earlier on. "Are all butterflies Shfeeelights?" I giggled hysterically.
"Shfaelites." The little fairy said. She looked rather disappointed at me. "Don''t be silly. Only some."
"Ha!" What a loud of rubbish I'm hallucinating I thought madly to myself. "Whats your name Tinkerbell!" I laughed drunkenly.
"Tinkerbell?" She looked puzzled. I laughed loudly at her not knowing Tinkerbell. Her face cleared. "My name is Cynthanie."
I pulled a face at this name.
"Its nice I suppose. But it sounds like something from Star Wars!!!"
The fairy looked almost in tears.
"There's something wrong with you today. I think I'l return later." She said slowly, eyeing me, puzzled.
"Toodle-ooo little Sympthany!"
"Farewell Katherine." And with that she vanished.
I smiled drunkenly and fell asleep.........
"Katherine! Tea!"
I jolted out of my snoozle and sat up.
"What the....."
On my armrest, was a small, velvet, emerald green, teeny, tied with a minute ribbon, shoe.
"A shfaelite dumbo. Its actually Shfeltilusacidumbica but we call it 'Shfaelite' for short." The little creature chorused.
My thoughts wandered to my early days when I was 7 or 8. I had these beautiful books, Ceciline Mary......a fabulous collection of delicate paintings of fairies and little elgant poems.
I scrutinised the miniscule slender fairy in front of me and tried to think of a flower it looked like.
"What flower are you?" I asked cautiously.
The little fairy laughed like a tinkling bell.
"Oh darling! I'm not a flower fairy! I'm just a 'shfaelite'. Yuck! Those flower fairies, there stinking goody-goodyness......" She said slowly, relishing every word like it was syrup.
"Aaah!" I was beginning to enjoy myself now. It suddenly dawned on me that it must be a hallutionation from my migrain earlier on. "Are all butterflies Shfeeelights?" I giggled hysterically.
"Shfaelites." The little fairy said. She looked rather disappointed at me. "Don''t be silly. Only some."
"Ha!" What a loud of rubbish I'm hallucinating I thought madly to myself. "Whats your name Tinkerbell!" I laughed drunkenly.
"Tinkerbell?" She looked puzzled. I laughed loudly at her not knowing Tinkerbell. Her face cleared. "My name is Cynthanie."
I pulled a face at this name.
"Its nice I suppose. But it sounds like something from Star Wars!!!"
The fairy looked almost in tears.
"There's something wrong with you today. I think I'l return later." She said slowly, eyeing me, puzzled.
"Toodle-ooo little Sympthany!"
"Farewell Katherine." And with that she vanished.
I smiled drunkenly and fell asleep.........
"Katherine! Tea!"
I jolted out of my snoozle and sat up.
"What the....."
On my armrest, was a small, velvet, emerald green, teeny, tied with a minute ribbon, shoe.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Chapter 6
"Darling? Kat?" A soft voice above my head.
I opened my eyes slowly, a heavy thud pounding my head.
"What......what happened?" I croaked.
"Well darling, we think you had a migrain. Your friends, Clara and Harriet? They said you'd been hearing things, and then you finally crashed out. Its OK darling, it really is. You're at home, and everythings gonna be just fine...." Mum cooed softly.
I sat up wearily.
I felt stiff and sore.
"I need some fresh air." I decided weakly.
"Hmmm.....OK sweetie. I'll bring out a chair and a blanket....There's quite a chill out there...."
"MUM!" Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Mitchell! Be quiet! Your sister isn't very well."
A subdued Mitchell entered my room.
"Sorry Katherine." He said coyly.
"Kat!" I snapped.
"Kids! Don't argue! Mitchell, help yourself to a biscuit, and Kat, c'mon, lets get you outside."
I crawled downstairs, and onto the Patio, followed by Mum, carrying a kitchen chair.
"There Kat. I'll call you in for dinner." Mum said leaving and she closed the door behind her.
"Oh Kat. What a fright! Are you OK? We're sorry we scared you..." A soft voice.
I jumped and glanced round the garden.....but nothing was there, except a small butterfly on the shrub.
"I must be dreaming...." I muttered.
"Oh Katherine! You are not dreaming!"
The butterfly from the shrub fluttered off, and landed on my chair.
Suddenly there was a sharp, sweet smell, like rose-water, or lavendar, and the butterfly was gone.
"Ta-dah!"
I jumped and slowly looked back at the arm-rest and there was...............
It had a slender, pale face, almost translucent, its arms and legs were slender and slim, it had a silky mane of emerald green hair, curling down its back, and flicking up at the end.
It wore a small green dress, very brittle, and delicate, with a butter-cup yellow bodice, and a green swirly skirt.
"What....What are you?" I gasped.
"A shfaelite of course silly. Now.....you look slightly pale, are you alright? Please don't faint again..."
I opened my eyes slowly, a heavy thud pounding my head.
"What......what happened?" I croaked.
"Well darling, we think you had a migrain. Your friends, Clara and Harriet? They said you'd been hearing things, and then you finally crashed out. Its OK darling, it really is. You're at home, and everythings gonna be just fine...." Mum cooed softly.
I sat up wearily.
I felt stiff and sore.
"I need some fresh air." I decided weakly.
"Hmmm.....OK sweetie. I'll bring out a chair and a blanket....There's quite a chill out there...."
"MUM!" Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Mitchell! Be quiet! Your sister isn't very well."
A subdued Mitchell entered my room.
"Sorry Katherine." He said coyly.
"Kat!" I snapped.
"Kids! Don't argue! Mitchell, help yourself to a biscuit, and Kat, c'mon, lets get you outside."
I crawled downstairs, and onto the Patio, followed by Mum, carrying a kitchen chair.
"There Kat. I'll call you in for dinner." Mum said leaving and she closed the door behind her.
"Oh Kat. What a fright! Are you OK? We're sorry we scared you..." A soft voice.
I jumped and glanced round the garden.....but nothing was there, except a small butterfly on the shrub.
"I must be dreaming...." I muttered.
"Oh Katherine! You are not dreaming!"
The butterfly from the shrub fluttered off, and landed on my chair.
Suddenly there was a sharp, sweet smell, like rose-water, or lavendar, and the butterfly was gone.
"Ta-dah!"
I jumped and slowly looked back at the arm-rest and there was...............
It had a slender, pale face, almost translucent, its arms and legs were slender and slim, it had a silky mane of emerald green hair, curling down its back, and flicking up at the end.
It wore a small green dress, very brittle, and delicate, with a butter-cup yellow bodice, and a green swirly skirt.
"What....What are you?" I gasped.
"A shfaelite of course silly. Now.....you look slightly pale, are you alright? Please don't faint again..."
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Chapter 5
"And that concludes, the answer to 567,084 X 3453 is 1,958,141,052. Everyone OK with that?"
A brief murmer around the Maths classroom, broke the silence.
"Fabulous! Now next 5,630,459 - 958,642.."
My mind wandered and I gazed around the class.
I was in Class Room 4X, Maths and Science Block, Pear Tree School, sitting next to Zara and Heidi, my maths textbook and maths notebook infront of me.
Ahead of me was the 'Dreadlock Boy'.
He was slouching over his desk knocking geek Claudia Price all over the shop, her glasses askew, trying in vain to concentrate on what Mrs Brown was saying.
Dreadlock Boy was peculiar.
He had the beads, like I said, that were exactly the same as mine.
I came up with a conculsion for that.
They must've been in a shop around here, and the previous owners of our house must've just left one rolling around in my room.
"Kat?" I heard a soft voice murmur, nudging me in the ribs.
"Katherine!"
I jolted into the real word.
"Yes Miss?" I stammered.
"Have you been paying a single bit of attention to what I've been saying?!"
"Yes Miss...." I whispered, daring a glance at her.
"So, can you tell me what 'mean' means?"
A few saddos giggled at this, and I blushed beetroot red.
"I don't know Miss." I whispered sadly.
"You're lucky its your first day here. Any other class member," she cast and hand around the class, "Would have detention! Now would anyone care to tell Katherine here what 'mean' is?"
Claudia put her hand up. "It means average."
"Thank you Claudia darling. Now, everyone turn to page 27 in their Maths textbooks...."
A brief murmer around the Maths classroom, broke the silence.
"Fabulous! Now next 5,630,459 - 958,642.."
My mind wandered and I gazed around the class.
I was in Class Room 4X, Maths and Science Block, Pear Tree School, sitting next to Zara and Heidi, my maths textbook and maths notebook infront of me.
Ahead of me was the 'Dreadlock Boy'.
He was slouching over his desk knocking geek Claudia Price all over the shop, her glasses askew, trying in vain to concentrate on what Mrs Brown was saying.
Dreadlock Boy was peculiar.
He had the beads, like I said, that were exactly the same as mine.
I came up with a conculsion for that.
They must've been in a shop around here, and the previous owners of our house must've just left one rolling around in my room.
"Kat?" I heard a soft voice murmur, nudging me in the ribs.
"Katherine!"
I jolted into the real word.
"Yes Miss?" I stammered.
"Have you been paying a single bit of attention to what I've been saying?!"
"Yes Miss...." I whispered, daring a glance at her.
"So, can you tell me what 'mean' means?"
A few saddos giggled at this, and I blushed beetroot red.
"I don't know Miss." I whispered sadly.
"You're lucky its your first day here. Any other class member," she cast and hand around the class, "Would have detention! Now would anyone care to tell Katherine here what 'mean' is?"
Claudia put her hand up. "It means average."
"Thank you Claudia darling. Now, everyone turn to page 27 in their Maths textbooks...."
*****
"And then I said to Posy, what are you doing, and she was like, uhhh....nothing......" Heidi was chattering on.
Me, Zara and Heidi were lying on the grassy field in school, making plaits out of grass and chatting.
Suddenly there was a KABOOM!
I jumped and startled, jumped to my feet and started looking around wildly.
"Kat! What are you doing?" Zara giggled.
"The sound.....Didn't you hear it?" I replied, puzzled.
I looked around slowly.
All I could see was Dreadlock Boy, and Claudia Brown, a bit further away, her head in some complicated book.
"Heehee. Haha!" A giggle.
I looked round again, almost in tears, Zara and Heidi seemingly oblivious to the noises, only to see Dreadlock Boy and Claudia Brown.
I was shaking physically by this time, and I felt really ill.
I felt something slender and soft touch my ear before......
Darkness.
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Chapter 4
"Get up Kat!"
I rolled over and squashed my face against the soft pillow.
"KAT!" Mum screeched at me, kicking my make-shift bed (a matress with a duvet and pillow ontop), shuddering my body.
"Ugh." I moaned.
I creakily got up, my bones aching dreadfully, and wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"It's 8.00am! Get up! Mitchell was awake 2 hours ago! You've got to catch the bus at 8.45am!" Mum scolded me, throwing me a pile of clothes.
I gazed down at them.
A white, crispy blouse; a pair of squeaky clean, solid, leather, practical shoes; some navy socks; some granny underwear; a blazer with PEAR TREE SECONDARY SCHOOL written on it; a yucky old-fashioned, granny-ish pleated grey skirt and a long gold and green tie.
"Mum! I can't wear that!" I groaned.
I thought of my slip-on plastic shoes, my tatty-but-cool blouse, my bright neon pink ankle socks, my tasteful girl-boxers, my mini-skirt-4-school, my tie slung to low, I didn't even WEAR a blazer.
"Its uniform Katrina. Now get dressed. Breakfast in 5 minutes." And she stalked out the door.
"AAARGH!" I HATE her!!!
I got dressed and gazed at myself.
I looked a total nerd.
What about my classmates???
Everyone at my old school thought I was cool. I was one-of-the-gang, I was popular, funky, pretty and now I couldn't even find a hairbrush.
I glanced wearily at my pocket mirror, my hair looked like a tornado had hit it.
It was wild, all over the place, knotted.
I didn't have a brush/
I tried to brush it with my fingers, and then I tied it with yesterdays neon-pink hairband with SUPERSTAR written on it.
I slouched downstairs to find a bowl of Crunchy Nut in my place, everyone eating, except for Mitchell, who was writing in his BE A MATHS GENIUS (FOR YEAR 4-6)
"Kat!" Mum screamed at me. "After all I've told you!"
"What?" I replied, completely puzzled.
"Your hairband! Take it out now!"
"Why?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"NOW!" Mum almost shouted, looking as though she would kill me.
I took it out, almost in tears, and handed it to her.
"Here." She said and pushed her boring brown hair bobble across the table.
BEEP! BEEP!
"God Kat, forget your breakfast, hurry UP!"
She passed me a geeky leather satchel.
I opened my mouth to protest but the bus beeped again.
BEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!
Mum followed me, and just as I was giving the bus driver my school pass I'd found in my satchel, Mum appeared and slopped a great, fat kiss on my cheek, in front of the. Whole. School.
I almost died with embarrassment, and flurry of laughter came over the bus driver.
All the other kids stayed silent.
The silence was like a grave.
I walked, trembling down the aisle, and slipped into the the first seat I could see.
The girl was wearing geeky clothes like me!
She had dark-skin, and the biggest brown eyes, she wore almost exactly the same uniform as me, except she wore her tie properly, her buttons all done up, and her skirt at the proper length.
"Hello. I'm Zara. Who are you?" She asked calmly.
"Katherine....Kat." I stammered.
"Well I'm Zara. Just Zara. What the...." She looked behind me.
A boy was strutting up the aisle.
He had brown hair, in dreadlocks, he wore scruffy jeans and a McFly t-shirt.
I peered closer.
He had beads tied to the ends of his dreadlocks.
I strained my eyes closer still.
OMG.
The beads, on the end of his chocolate brown hair, were the same beads....as the bead in my room.
I rolled over and squashed my face against the soft pillow.
"KAT!" Mum screeched at me, kicking my make-shift bed (a matress with a duvet and pillow ontop), shuddering my body.
"Ugh." I moaned.
I creakily got up, my bones aching dreadfully, and wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"It's 8.00am! Get up! Mitchell was awake 2 hours ago! You've got to catch the bus at 8.45am!" Mum scolded me, throwing me a pile of clothes.
I gazed down at them.
A white, crispy blouse; a pair of squeaky clean, solid, leather, practical shoes; some navy socks; some granny underwear; a blazer with PEAR TREE SECONDARY SCHOOL written on it; a yucky old-fashioned, granny-ish pleated grey skirt and a long gold and green tie.
"Mum! I can't wear that!" I groaned.
I thought of my slip-on plastic shoes, my tatty-but-cool blouse, my bright neon pink ankle socks, my tasteful girl-boxers, my mini-skirt-4-school, my tie slung to low, I didn't even WEAR a blazer.
"Its uniform Katrina. Now get dressed. Breakfast in 5 minutes." And she stalked out the door.
"AAARGH!" I HATE her!!!
I got dressed and gazed at myself.
I looked a total nerd.
What about my classmates???
Everyone at my old school thought I was cool. I was one-of-the-gang, I was popular, funky, pretty and now I couldn't even find a hairbrush.
I glanced wearily at my pocket mirror, my hair looked like a tornado had hit it.
It was wild, all over the place, knotted.
I didn't have a brush/
I tried to brush it with my fingers, and then I tied it with yesterdays neon-pink hairband with SUPERSTAR written on it.
I slouched downstairs to find a bowl of Crunchy Nut in my place, everyone eating, except for Mitchell, who was writing in his BE A MATHS GENIUS (FOR YEAR 4-6)
"Kat!" Mum screamed at me. "After all I've told you!"
"What?" I replied, completely puzzled.
"Your hairband! Take it out now!"
"Why?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"NOW!" Mum almost shouted, looking as though she would kill me.
I took it out, almost in tears, and handed it to her.
"Here." She said and pushed her boring brown hair bobble across the table.
BEEP! BEEP!
"God Kat, forget your breakfast, hurry UP!"
She passed me a geeky leather satchel.
I opened my mouth to protest but the bus beeped again.
BEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!
Mum followed me, and just as I was giving the bus driver my school pass I'd found in my satchel, Mum appeared and slopped a great, fat kiss on my cheek, in front of the. Whole. School.
I almost died with embarrassment, and flurry of laughter came over the bus driver.
All the other kids stayed silent.
The silence was like a grave.
I walked, trembling down the aisle, and slipped into the the first seat I could see.
The girl was wearing geeky clothes like me!
She had dark-skin, and the biggest brown eyes, she wore almost exactly the same uniform as me, except she wore her tie properly, her buttons all done up, and her skirt at the proper length.
"Hello. I'm Zara. Who are you?" She asked calmly.
"Katherine....Kat." I stammered.
"Well I'm Zara. Just Zara. What the...." She looked behind me.
A boy was strutting up the aisle.
He had brown hair, in dreadlocks, he wore scruffy jeans and a McFly t-shirt.
I peered closer.
He had beads tied to the ends of his dreadlocks.
I strained my eyes closer still.
OMG.
The beads, on the end of his chocolate brown hair, were the same beads....as the bead in my room.
Chapter 3
I'm really bored. I've got nothing to do. The things I normally like to do, like play on the Wii, colour in, email my friends from my laptop, doodle pictures in my locked notebook, is all unaccesible.
I can't get it coz everythings locked up in a box with stupid gaffa tape, and the thing I acually need to undo the gaffa tape, (scissors) is locked up in a box.So basically I'm bored.
I rolled off a wound up carpet in the soon-to-be dining room, and breathed in the musty scent of the carpets.
Phaow! Yuck!
Suddenly I had an idea.
Here's my idea:
My Autobiography...........(my life so far)
I was born on the 23rd of November, 1998, in Barton General Hospital.
I was a screechy baby, and could not be put down, otherwise I'd scream my head off and Mum would have to sullenly pick me up and hold me till I went to sleep.
Mitchell was born when I was 3.
He was the quiet one, he slept quietly in his cot, and played Thomas the Tank soundlessly, and read his little books alone, and then practised his basic addition in his room, then did he homework neatly in black ink, being a teachers pet, doing diagrams, and getting gold stars, and doing pages and pages of neat little words.
I was the opposite, I'd scream till my face was blue in my cot, I'd bang my dolls heads on the wall, I'd beg my Mum to read me my Angelina Ballerina books, I'd lose all sense of words and numbers when my Mum unsucessfully tried to teach me how to add 2+2, and how to spell cat, I scrawl my homework at the very last minute, often in felt-tip pens, getting lots of red-pen marks, correcting my spelling, or doing the wrong 'method' for maths. I'm getting better, although I still occasionally set my alarm clock for 5.00am and do my homework under the covers, and still sometimes use purple gel pens to do my work, or doodle little faces at the margin, but I am improving, really!
My Dad died when I was 4.
He got cancer, he didn't smoke, or go on his mobile to much, he didn't even have a mobile, but he just died.
I don't really remember Dad. Sometimes when Mum gets the old photo albums out and I see a picture of him, I vaguely remember, but chances are I'm just imagining things.
Ah well.
Mum went a bit funny then, she stopped working, and she stayed in her room all day, she still cared for us and all that, but she was a bit quiet, reserved.
Then Mum met Steve.
She met him at a job interview.
She'd quit her old a job (a secretary for some snobby boarding school) and wanted to become a journalist for a county newspaper.
She got the job, and she and Steve started going out, to restarantes, pubs, bowling, cinema, and she even got us a set-day babysitter, every friday and saturday night she came, she was called Eve, she used to make us hot chocolate, and play games with us until Mitchell started sobbing from tiredness.
After they'd been going out for a year and 3/4, (I was 6) Steve asked Mum to marry him.
Mum said yes.
She told us the minute we got home, she woke us up and cheered and danced, and sang.
She wanted Steve to come and say hello.
The next day (it was a friday night he proposed) Steve came over.
He was really cool.
He gave me a minute stone giraffe, and Mitchell a soft little blanket with Thomas the Tank Engine on the front.
We sat and chatted for a bit, Mitchell sitting in his high-chair dribbling, me dancing my little giraffe up the coffee table legs.
Then Steve and Mum went to plan their wedding.
They got married on the 13th of July 2004.
I wore a little pink silk dress with a purple bouqet, Mitchell sat on Grandma's knee, wearing a shirt and a little bow tie.
Mum wore beatiful dress.
It was made especially for her, and had a long trail of silk, which me and Steve's neice, Natasha, (who was wearing a purple version of my dress and a pink version of my bouqet) carried up the aisle.
They got married, and we lived in our house together for 5 years.
I love Steve, he's really cool, he sometimes buys me little notebooks, (he gets loads coz he's a journalist) and I love them to bits, and scribble stuff on their fresh pages.
Then 2 months ago, Steve and Mum and got a promotion.
They'd liked them so much, they'd been promoted to a larger newspaper, the Daily telegraph, or the Times, or something like that.
Mum and Steve were thrilled, but there was 1 problem.
The headquarters of the newspaper was in London.
We lived in Plymouth at the time, so it was IMPOSSIBLE to get to London just to get to work and back.
So thats why we moved here.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Chapter 2
"The hills are alive! With the sound of music! Tra-la-la-la!" Mum warbled through the kitchen, clattering pots and pans.
She turned when she hear my squelchy footsteps.
"Kat! What have you been doing?!" She exclaimed, her eyesbrows touching the sky.
"Nothing." I replied, rummaging through boxes, looking for my clothes.
Mum watched me for a minute.
"Don't do that Kat, you'll mess everything up." She said lightly.
I grunted a reply and ransacked another box.
"Kat!" Mum groaned, before turning around to resume unpacking.
I found my clothes a trudged upstairs to my new bedroom.
It was a small attic room, with a large window at one corner, a bed in the other and littered with boxes filled with my stuff.
I paced the room a few times, before suddenly I saw something.
It was pretty small and was patterened with swirling flowers, roses and daisies.
A small, sunset pink, glass bead.
Inside was a swirling pink haze, liquid, swirling around the slippery glass like sliding on ice.
The pattern was made of some sort of ink, very black, very intense.
The flowers were swirly and exceptionally detailed, considering it was handmade (obviously) and it must be almost impossible to write with ink on a slippery sphere.
There was something unusual about it, it wasen't the sort of bead you'd buy in Tesco or Morrisons, it was more the kind of bead you got in a hippy stall, or a mystic shop.
I racked my brain.
I was certain it wasn't mine, all my stuff was in boxes, neatly closed with gaffa tape, impossible for anything to get out.
Well....
My thoughts wandered and I slipped it into my pocket, before going downstairs.
She turned when she hear my squelchy footsteps.
"Kat! What have you been doing?!" She exclaimed, her eyesbrows touching the sky.
"Nothing." I replied, rummaging through boxes, looking for my clothes.
Mum watched me for a minute.
"Don't do that Kat, you'll mess everything up." She said lightly.
I grunted a reply and ransacked another box.
"Kat!" Mum groaned, before turning around to resume unpacking.
I found my clothes a trudged upstairs to my new bedroom.
It was a small attic room, with a large window at one corner, a bed in the other and littered with boxes filled with my stuff.
I paced the room a few times, before suddenly I saw something.
It was pretty small and was patterened with swirling flowers, roses and daisies.
A small, sunset pink, glass bead.
Inside was a swirling pink haze, liquid, swirling around the slippery glass like sliding on ice.
The pattern was made of some sort of ink, very black, very intense.
The flowers were swirly and exceptionally detailed, considering it was handmade (obviously) and it must be almost impossible to write with ink on a slippery sphere.
There was something unusual about it, it wasen't the sort of bead you'd buy in Tesco or Morrisons, it was more the kind of bead you got in a hippy stall, or a mystic shop.
I racked my brain.
I was certain it wasn't mine, all my stuff was in boxes, neatly closed with gaffa tape, impossible for anything to get out.
Well....
My thoughts wandered and I slipped it into my pocket, before going downstairs.
Chapter 1
"I don't like this much." Was the first thing I said as I entered my new house, lugging my tightly packed suitcase behind me.
"Well.....it is a bit dusty, but we'll soon sort that out!" Mum grimaced, flicking a finger over a inch-thick dust mountain on the mantel piece.
I laughed sarcastically, before Steve came in.
"Kat, go see the garden." He merely said, joining Mum in the hall.
I dropped my suitcase and legged it outside, almost falling over my brother Mitchell, in my wake.
"What do you think your doing?!" He screamed at me.
"Idiot."I replied and ran back behind the house.
Wow.
The garden was vast, covered with apple trees, bearing the crisp lime coloured apples.
I walked for about 25 metres before coming to a stream.
We were at the bottom of a massive cliff-mountain, made of chalky rock, with a massive cave high up, impossible to climb to.
There was a rocky area, inwhich a pond was placed elegantly, glistening, connected to a shallow stream, the water gently trickling through the rocks.
Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a glimmer of silky, sparkly pink, but when I turned all I saw was the rock face.
I shook my head sadly, and slid off my socks and trainers.
Then I rolled my trousers up as far as they could go and did a little hop into the stream.
The cold water hit me like a bolt of lightning, chilling my veins and sending shocks of water through my body.
I shivered but waded in, the water so clear I could see my white legs and red shorts as clear as crystal.
The bottom of the pond was a mixture of slimy weed and spikey rock, so I occasionally slid precariously, then stabbed my foot on a rock, making it bleed red blood.
Then I saw something else, properly, and it swirled for a second in the water, a whirl of blues and greens, before disappearing, quick as a flash.
I racked my brain like an mad professor, trying to dig out the word......
But it wouldn't come....
Then, still thinking hard, I clambered out of the pool and sopping wet, I slouched back to the house.
"Well.....it is a bit dusty, but we'll soon sort that out!" Mum grimaced, flicking a finger over a inch-thick dust mountain on the mantel piece.
I laughed sarcastically, before Steve came in.
"Kat, go see the garden." He merely said, joining Mum in the hall.
I dropped my suitcase and legged it outside, almost falling over my brother Mitchell, in my wake.
"What do you think your doing?!" He screamed at me.
"Idiot."I replied and ran back behind the house.
Wow.
The garden was vast, covered with apple trees, bearing the crisp lime coloured apples.
I walked for about 25 metres before coming to a stream.
We were at the bottom of a massive cliff-mountain, made of chalky rock, with a massive cave high up, impossible to climb to.
There was a rocky area, inwhich a pond was placed elegantly, glistening, connected to a shallow stream, the water gently trickling through the rocks.
Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a glimmer of silky, sparkly pink, but when I turned all I saw was the rock face.
I shook my head sadly, and slid off my socks and trainers.
Then I rolled my trousers up as far as they could go and did a little hop into the stream.
The cold water hit me like a bolt of lightning, chilling my veins and sending shocks of water through my body.
I shivered but waded in, the water so clear I could see my white legs and red shorts as clear as crystal.
The bottom of the pond was a mixture of slimy weed and spikey rock, so I occasionally slid precariously, then stabbed my foot on a rock, making it bleed red blood.
Then I saw something else, properly, and it swirled for a second in the water, a whirl of blues and greens, before disappearing, quick as a flash.
I racked my brain like an mad professor, trying to dig out the word......
But it wouldn't come....
Then, still thinking hard, I clambered out of the pool and sopping wet, I slouched back to the house.
Blurb
Ever since I've moved into MoonApple House, Apple Orchard Lane, Ackington, everything has changed.
Then I noticed the shfaelites.....
At first they were nice....
Then I noticed the shfaelites.....
At first they were nice....
Thursday, 3 September 2009
The Whisper of a - Another Extract
The boy with the dreadlock hair, from school, sat infront of the Pool, his eyes gliding cheekily across the crystal water.
He had glass beads threaded on the ends of his hair, inside the fushia pink glass out-layer,mysterious liquid was floating around like a cloud lost in the sky.
He turned to me then, as I darted behind the ferns, and he smiled, his eyes fiery and dark, like a dusky night.
Then a dark and misty cloud surronded him, enveloping him, a sheet of sparkling silk....
His eyes turned dark like an endless tunnel and his mouth opened in a painful O.
Suddenly he jumped.
Straight into the depths of the Pool.
And the water engulfed him, like he was merely a speck of dust and for a split second it turned murky black, but almost instantly, it regained its crystal clear.
Out of the water, came the Dreadlock boy.
Except........it wasn't the Dreadlock Boy.
He had glass beads threaded on the ends of his hair, inside the fushia pink glass out-layer,mysterious liquid was floating around like a cloud lost in the sky.
He turned to me then, as I darted behind the ferns, and he smiled, his eyes fiery and dark, like a dusky night.
Then a dark and misty cloud surronded him, enveloping him, a sheet of sparkling silk....
His eyes turned dark like an endless tunnel and his mouth opened in a painful O.
Suddenly he jumped.
Straight into the depths of the Pool.
And the water engulfed him, like he was merely a speck of dust and for a split second it turned murky black, but almost instantly, it regained its crystal clear.
Out of the water, came the Dreadlock boy.
Except........it wasn't the Dreadlock Boy.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
The Whisper of a Butterfly - An Extract
A smoky veil surrounded the Shfaelite, its fragile, wafer-thin wings fluttering like a baby sparrows first flight.
Its slender, narrow face was carved in a picture of pure agony, but pure bliss, suddenly, it let out a howl of freedom and power, which echoed eerily around the narrow tunnel.
Then it turned towards the moon, and smiled, its eyes alight with evil and power, its mouth a perfect picture of satisfaction.
Its slender, narrow face was carved in a picture of pure agony, but pure bliss, suddenly, it let out a howl of freedom and power, which echoed eerily around the narrow tunnel.
Then it turned towards the moon, and smiled, its eyes alight with evil and power, its mouth a perfect picture of satisfaction.
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