500 words

Hello owlets. Today i have entered the competition of a 500 worded story. Its Called 'The Obsidian Room' And i will actually post it here. :) enjoy


There was blood, caked on the floor, the pungent
aroma wafted silently up, insulting her nostril’s, choking her. She stumbled
around blindly, looking for anywhere, anything to help her get out. But she
could not find anything. She was trapped, in a room, covered in blood. As she
searched for a way out, she hit something sharp, she shied away. But the damage
was done. Soon her blood mingled with that on the floor, two shades of deep red,
hers, a lighter, brighter red, and the other blood, dark red, tinted with
brown, dried but still emitting a disgusting aroma. Her nostrils flared, and
her eyes grew wide. Suddenly, she realised this would be the place she died.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her body shook with silent sobs as she
realised the truth. She slumped, her back resting on the black, cold wall of
her tomb, her head fell forwards, and she cried. Her cries shared her
hopelessness, her fear. But she could not stop, she just sat, slumped in a
corner of the black, blood caked room, sobbing. Why should she stop? She was to
die here, in this cold room, where god knows what else has died, and she
couldn’t even remember coming in. But wait a minute, what was that? A small
scraping noise was coming from the far side of the room. Great, she thought,
something, or someone, has come to save me! Her heart skipped a beat; they
could also be coming to finish her off, now, when she was still alive. Isn’t
that what murderers do? Torment you until your begging for your life to be
ended? She didn’t know, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going without a fight.
Carefully, she reached forward, into the darkness, her hand sliding over her
own slick blood, her hand hit something sharp, and gasping in pain, she gripped
the object. New, fresh blood trickled down her clenched fist, the smell sickly,
acrid. She pulled the object toward her, and in the darkness, examined it,
carefully running her hands over its edges. Gaining countless cuts, but also
the knowledge of what it was. It seemed to be a discarded piece of piping, but
from where she knew not. It was half of the pipe, the edges rough and sharp, it
was on these edges that she had cut herself.
She had already worked out that this would be an invaluable weapon, she
had seen enough FBI dramas to know that. It was heavy, and sharp, a perfect
weapon if used correctly, she would make sure it was. Then she realised the
scraping had stopped, and a dim light had been cast into the room. She could
now see it, in all its disgusting glory, and the figure at the threshold. She
did not know him, he was covered in black. She then knew he was not here to
save her. She raised the makeshift weapon. She would kill him if she had to.

Done :)

School..Okay. Not School..Study

hello. I cant think right now. I am supposed to be doing 'study' and i will be, once i have done this. Im bored, so i thought, get my brain moving, write a blog! Yeah! So thats what i am doing. .. Then, i will check my emails for mums work she has sent me, and do it.. Hmm Right. Bye chums.

If I knew you where coming I would have baked a cake.

Hello! I just made a victoria sponge. Without any help in the making section. I had help finding things. Its not round, its not neat. But it looks, smells and the crumbs taste lovely. So I really rather happy. And my step father told me it smelt (smelt? right word? I dont know) good. That made me happier than, well i guess mum telling me she was proud of me. Yay! Wahooo. :)

Hello

Hello. I am writing a blog. Yes i am. How are you? Im not really sure what im going to write. :) Anyway. I am very happt this evening, so is my mum. Thats probably one of the reasons Im happy. But it can all change. :)

Confusion

Hello, Im bored, so Im going to post this on the blog. Then I will get on with schoolwork :)

Shkool and praise poems

Hello mein friends! How dost thou be? Wow. What was that. Today I commented on one of my friends. Who is trying to come up with and excuse for history. I told her not to. Excuses are never good. They drive me mad. :) Yesterday my mother had me write lots of praise poems. She told me to put them on this. So I forgot yesterday. Well I didnt forget so i didnt have to put them on. That sounds bad. I just forgot about it. I will do them in this blog. This morning. But not yet. Im supposed to be doing school work. But i need mums help and shes in a traffic jam. I also have to have my washout. And feed the rabbits. :( and its raining. Well it was. But whenever it rains the building site is a mucky mess and pulls mty shoes of. So i wear wellies. I have to take out the dogs too. Yesterday mum told me to write more in my blogs. You may have read it in the comments of the blogs. You may not have. Anyway. Sorry mum, for assuming that people dont read this anymore. I have posted the link to this blog twice on Fb now. So I think I need to explain this blog. Okay! Ppls! This blog is my thoughts. Dragons and other stuff is a load of tish tosh. The life. of the world is my blog for my best friend. Dustwing. Well. Not my best friend. But, um. Part of me. Basically. Wow. I havent written this much in a while. Oh well. I cant delay the poems anylonger. I dont really want to post them. But my mother does. So i will.
Praise Poems
praise David King! Friend of all.
Brother to Becky.
where he steps, friendship blosoms,
he loves all, all love him.
I am the rays of light from his glorious smile.

Praise my brave mother!
Defender of me.
who stands bravley against the
raging storm, and tames it.
I am here, I am listening.

Praise my step father!
speaker of truths.
who walks into the abyss,
and guides the lost.
I am the hard place, the abyss
is the rock. :)

Praise my father, my step mother!
who stand toghether,
and brave the winds
of time
I am nothing,
a visitor.

Praise Emily, the light!
The reason bringer.
Whithout whom,
I would be not a better person.
I am your friend,
always.

Praise my family!
Who stand toghether, untied.

Well, that was embarassing. Um. Id like to tell you my other poems now. If I may? There are only three.

I am the mighty minotaur,
the cloven footed warrior.
Who tried in vain to be kind,
but couldnt quite manage it.
I am Theseus the hero,
who sent the minotaur to sleep.

I am the shining dragon!
The awe inspiring beast.
Who's parents where beauty and,
strength itself.
I am the honest farmer, the
most honest of farmers.

Praise to Chirion the wise centaur!
Teacher of heroes!
who was so kind, he died
to free another.
I am the peacefull breeze,
the raging storm.

There we go. All done. Longest blog i have written I think. :)

Ramblings of a centuar

Gee. Hi. I wanted to write this to show you the picture i just drew. I was thinking about centuars and how there are never enough games involving them. I decided to draw then. It isnt great. But i dont think it is terrible either. :)