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Okay, so this is my creative page. Below is an extract from one of my stories, an image I created for that storie and one of my poems.
If you like the story, contact me and I will continue to post extracts.
If you do contact me about it negatively, CONSTRUCTIVE opinions only please. Not just "that was shit you n00b!"
Thanks and enjoy.



A Magic Moment
 
Magic flickers through the grass.
A breeze whispers enchantments to the trees.
The stars flash out one by one.
Night alert animals dissapear from sight.
The horizon curls back to reveal a thin line of purity.
The world holds it's breath.
Slowly the eye of heaven creeps over the horizon.
It watches the world for a moment.
The sky glows with pleasure, first red then orange then gold.
The Sun rises up to meet the sky and push away the night.
The Earth unfolds, the Sun assends.
The sky grows pure and blue and radiant.
The world releases it's breath and sighs.
Greeting the new day with mirth.
It waits till the magic returns,
Until it flickers through the grass and whispers enchantments to the trees.
 
 
 
Extract from 'Unnamed'
 
...Seirith lowered her head this time and began murmering something. He heard it burning a hole in the air. She was reciting the Lords Prayer.
"How Dare You!" He screamed, kicking her down. "How dare you insult my lord and master by praying to him! You are not his creation!" He shouted at her. She sat up on her hunches and looked up at him with her cold green eyes.
"You are a fool, Darren." She said, seconds before burying her knife up to the hilt in his chest. He stumbled forwards and dragged her with him down three flights of stairs. At the bottom he lay dead, twisted and contorted. She lay broken. She was lying on the stairs themselves, her head below her feet. Her hair streatched out below her, tangled and matted with blood. Her shirt was ripped and showed beneath it purple, bruised flesh. A thin line of blood led from the torn fleah on her arm and forehead. She wasn't dead... yet.
She lay near death on the staircase for hours while chaos was unleashed around her. She was dimly aware of a battle around her, greasy hands on her fleash. Gunshots. Then a wonderful unbroken silence...
 
This is an extract from chapter three of the story. Please tell me if you want the story started from the beginning: