Pirate - Flash Fiction

This piece of flash fiction that I have written has been published in a collection of short stories. This was in 2011.

"Yo-ho-ho!" I shout as I swing from one boat to another. I grab my treasure and fight my opponents.
"Bye me hearties!" I yell. One swing later and i'm on my ship, treasure in hand.
"Timmy! Tea!" A voice cuts through my daydream.
"Coming!" I say and head inside.

50 words.

Strokes On The Canvas - Flash Fiction

Hey all we did a bit of flash fiction in class. Here is mine.

Strokes On The Canvas:

The strokes on the canvas point the wrong way. Like they abnormal. They don't belong. She doesn't belong. Not in the painting anyway. A painting painted expertly in seconds. No wonder it's in a gallery. The contrast between the peaceful meadow and her terrified face. She yearns for company, but she doesn't get it. She only gets stared at. Poor, stupid girl.

63 words.

Clever time

I tried finding words in words.
you wouldn't hear an 'er' from nerds.

You can't take something back,
when someone's taken aback.

writing music about something you've done?
Remember there is 'a band' in abandon.

You can't please all
by being completely moral.

You drop a bomb
on my aplomb.

There's no lows, you see,
in an apology.

There's no end,
if you can make amends.

A parent never sways,
from assuaging.

Does It Matter?

Mud.
Higher than their waists.
Bodies littered among the crud.
What a waste!
Clothes in tatters,
but does it matter?

Gasses leak
Stick arms too weak
to hold up a gun.
Mama, you just lost a son,
but does it matter?

Bombs sound.
Short legs pound the ground,
deciphering the maze in the trench.
A shower of shells drench,
those young minds below.
It forces them to scatter,
but does it matter?

Daddy

"I'm your Daddy,
That's me!"
Daddy said,
As if he couldn't get it inside my head.
The walls went sky high.
I'm not listening to that lie.
He took away my toys.
He took away my boys.
He said he doesn't like them
but the problem stems,
back to him.
I'm not meant to be prim
and proper.
I'm judged and scrutinized
and it verifies what you think of me.
"I'm you Daddy,
say it back to me!"
"BASTARD!" I shout.
A foreshadow of what is to come about

Baby. So Tragically.

Comments - criticism please!

Parents' nightmares.
So many scares.
A baby
So tragically,
Could no longer be
Purity.

These long days,
Love's an act on a stage,
setting many hearts ablaze.
Muted like the air.
Hearts begin to tear
No one can win, I swear.

This soul is drifting away.
No longer breaking,
like the day.
They need stronger hearts,
if they are going to part
with what was in,
Death's hands from the start.

Reading Journal

Since the last book recommendation I have read numerous books.

I have read:

Divergent (again) by Veronica Roth
Insurgent by Veronica Roth
Allegiant by Veronica Roth (If someone has read this and was astounded by its ending then I think we need to have a chat because I was mortified)
The Hunger Games (again) by Suzanne Collins
Catching fire (again) by Suzanne Collins
Mockingjay (Again!) by Suzanne Collins
Arousing Love (Can't remember the author)
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hossieni
The Woman In Black by Susan Hill
The Maze Runner by James Dashner


I guess i'm going to have to suggest reading the Divergent series.

A dystopian society set in futuristic Chicago. The city is separated into different factions:
Candor - The honest yet inconsiderate
Erudite - The intelligent yet vain.
Abnegation - The selfless yet stifling
Amity - The kind yet passive
Dauntless - The brave yet cruel.

However if you are Divergent, like Beatrice Prior, then you are in deep trouble. Divergence is seen by some as a gift, being resistant to serums may have something to do with this, but by others the Divergent are seen as a threat and a threat that must be extinguished.

Charles the First

Charles the First:

I am all but a Catholic person,

Yet I’m rich with power from England.

I am dressed for a day fit for the sun

And I’m the king of this wealthy island.

Bad times are coming, times are changing.

My men bring me news of a new leader

And my traditional ways are ageing.

I think I’m turning into a pleader.

My young boy, Charles number two, is in France,

Though I hear neither hide nor hair from him,

Word has it that he enjoys a good dance.

So when I lose he will be next in kin.

Protestant ways will take over this land

And Charles the first will not be around.

Before my kingdom is in Cromwell’s hands,

He will make my head roll along the ground.

They say parliament over the royals.

Catholic to Protestant religion.

I blame Henry the eighth for no morals

And I foresee religious collisions.

The Scottish ‘Engagement’ was my downfall.

Where the Scots invaded on my behalf.

I cannot stop the result of a brawl.

With the war, Royalists began to laugh.

‘Levying war against the Parliament

And kingdom of England’ I’m guilty.

A traitor! I laughed. What could they have meant?

I asked: ‘I’m tried by which authority?’

‘Justice, justice!’ Versus ‘God save the king!’

On the twenty sixth of January

The court said I was a dangerous thing.

I find my sentence extraordinary.

Clouds

Clouds covering the sky like a blanket,
trees just covering the bases of the clouds.
The wind is howling, making a racket
Those tiny particles screaming aloud.
Grayness completely veils the stretched sky
Birds flying through the clouds will not be dry.

The clouds are floating mindlessly along.
Their vast emptiness is harmless to birds.
Dark clouds hold their weapons ready for war.
Wind prepares melodies to sing their song.
Little particles have no need for words.
Dark gloom prepares what they have in store.

The damp air is hot and full of moisture.
The darkening sky is down to nature.
The sky has darkened down to a pitch black.
Blue is peeping trying to get on track.
The dark black clouds hang ominously low.
These beings could not even create snow

She was fine

With me from birth.
Living on the same turf.
She was mine.
She was fine.

My hand curling around that paw of hers
Her loyalty never swerves
She gave me the best of times
She was fine

Black and white surrounds us
Light is never a must
She made me fly
She was fine

Time goes on and has its effect
We live on with many regrets
She drew the line.
She was fine.

I lie with my eyes closed
The wind outside blows
She would call it a swine
She was fine

My sister wanted to play with her
She never saw my view
She started to cry
All was not fine

One tug of war
Upon of which her head tore
She had ran out of time
She will not be fine.

No one can rid the ache
That came with her break
My temper is as thin and a vine
She will never be fine...

Again.

Non-Fiction Prose Assessment Piece

The Cartwheel Pub:

Recently I travelled to the Cartwheel pub in Bristol. I had read the reviews and it seemed like a very attractive pub with a friendly ambience. At least, that is what the reviews were telling me. However, having been to the pub I can say with complete confidence that those four star reviews were utterly wrong and I think that the people who wrote these reviews must have had one too many. That is the only explanation I can find as to why they were so blinded.

I stepped into the pub to find that the lights were switched off and the daylight did its best to filter in through the layers of filth that had amalgamated onto the window. The distorted sunlight that did manage to come into the dark pub hit peoples' faces at strange angles. It seemed like a thriller night in April due to the concave cheeks of most of the drinkers.

Once inside the pub, I noticed that the distorted sunlight was only a quarter of the problem. The air looked thick and as grimy as the windows. I inhaled and instantly got a whiff of unpleasant body odour that filled the atmosphere, whilst the disgusting stench of cigarettes wafted from the leather seats, that were situated around the room, and hit me like a bulldozer. A corpulent being struggled in through the back door. His yellow face matched the walls. To be honest he could have done with one less spare tyre. Layers of far from his colossal stomach hung over his grey jogging bottoms and his belly wobbled as he shuffled his feet across the wooden floor. He wiped his hands over his stubbly chin and greeted his friends with an inaudible sound. His friends emulated this sound. They looked worn and weathered, possible due to a tsunami of work. The fat man and his friends gathered around the glowing remnants of a fire that sat opposite the bar, whilst the flames cast grotesque shadows of the men on the maroon, cracked and broken and ceiling.

At the bar, an old barmaid pulled a pint of Guinness for a hefty biker type that had large, artistic and brightly coloured tattoos slithering up his muscular arms, hissing at anyone who tried to talk to him whilst he was having some quality time with his drink. His leather jacket lay forgotten on the stool next to him and he let out a vociferous sound after gulping down his Guinness in five seconds flat. An impressive record.

The chattering among the drinkers was shattered as a screech from a wannabe pop star took to the stage in an attempt to provide the drinkers with some entertainment. I remember wondering whether I should get her kicked off the stage. I was half wiling to go up on the stage myself and replace her act. Anything to stop the atrocious sound that was penetrating my ears and the ears of everyone else in the room. Many people seemed in awe that someone could even sound that bad. With the shock of the sound, everyone turned their heads momentarily towards the singer and the commotion that came with her entrance. They all soon ignored the bellowing singer, taking more interest in the various assortments of drinks.

In the corner of the pub was a battered pool table that was standing on his last legs. A couple of middle aged blokes stood around the table. Pool balls replaced their pupils, as a result of staring at them so much. One of the guys eventually lined up a shot and the speckled balls hit each other with such ferocity that they spiralled out of control over the green ocean as if the slightest touch burned their skins.

To the side of the pool table were a bunch of arcade games which stood proudly. Their gleam invites people in, like meat to a pack of perished and snarling wolves, to have a go and rid them of the jackpot inside. Their flashing lights and occasional chorus of music is their way of taunting and laughing at all of the punters who have tried and failed to gain some money from these machines.

This was different from most of the pubs I have been to. In the fact that other pubs have pine tables, bright halogen lights, fake ornamental plants, cool air conditioning and a smell of coffee that hits you as soon as you set foot inside of the pub, not the smell of body odour and foul cigarettes.

Despite not wanting to stay, my mouth was very dry so I decided to try a pint of their Guinness that the biker guy had enjoyed so much. Even though the stools by the bar looked rather tatty I must say that they were surprisingly comfy. The old barmaid and I exchanged pleasantries whilst she was pulling me a pint. Once she has handed over a pint in exchange for £3.50, I took an eager sip. I suddenly knew why the biker was making those sounds and I can take an educated guess as to why this pub got a four star review. If this review was based only on the drinks, I would give it a five.

So despite being grimy and tatty, the singers not doing their jobs and the horrible smell, the Cartwheel pub has promise due to its fine drinks and staff.

This pub gets three out of five stars.

***

915 words

One Hell Of A Week - Part Two

This is a story that I wrote when I was 13 years old. A school story written by a school story lover for school story lovers.

"So how was your first day?" Mum asked.
I poured myself some apple squash and pondered my extensive response.
"Okay," I said.
There. Extensive enough.
"Okay?" Mum asked.
"Yes. Okay," I said.
"Okay ...." Mum said.
"What?" I asked.
Mum sat down in her chair and crossed her arms.
"Okay ... spill," Mum said.
"Can I not just stick with it was okay?" I asked.
"Nope, you know me. Spill," Mum said.
"Course I know you; you're my mother," I said.
"Charliegh Black spill right this instant!" Mum said sternly.

So I 'spilled' all about my first day at college.
"So besides being late for your first lesson and getting on the wrong side of the sluts corner group you had a good day?" Mum asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stay away from that Linda. Keep to Angelica. You will make more friends yet just you wait and see," Mum said.
I nodded and went upstairs to do my technology homework. I was never much of a procrastinator.

The next day I arrived early and waited outside reception. No sooner had I got there Angelica came rushing up red in the face.
"Hey! Slow down before you knock someone over!" I shouted as she came tearing up the path.
"Been there. Done that. Got the scuff mark on my blazer," She said and showed me a hidden bit of mud.
"Poor Mr Jenkins," She said with a sly smile.
I laughed.
"I said sorry then ran off. I promise," Angelica said.
"I'm sure you did run off!" I laughed.
"Sorry. I just wanted to get in early to see you," Angelica said and I smiled. That tingly feeling returned and now I was sure that it was because of Angelica.
Just to contradict my tingly feelings Linda came stalking past us with a smug look on her face.
Someone liked playing with my tingly feelings.

One Hell Of A Week - Part One

I walked through the school gates and sniffed the air. It was full of car fumes. I looked up at all the boys and girls, trying not to trip over my feet. Speaking of my feet. I looked down. Yes the laces were tied, but knowing my clumsiness I’m sure to trip over them anyway. I walked on trying to feel confident, after all, it was a new start, a new term, a new bag! I looked at my timetable.

“Errgh, maths,” I whispered.

I went into a building labelled: 'reception'. This was where I was meant to go, this was where I belonged. I think!

“Ah, you're the new girl,” said the receptionist in a weird French accent.

“Charliegh … “ I began.

“Ah ha, welcome Charliegh, nobody tells me nothin' here not even a new girl's name, what's your last name, my dear?” She asked.

“Um … Black,” I said stumbling. I felt like I was under some sort of test.

“Okay, Charliegh Black, have you got your map and notebook?” she asked. There is a lot of questions, can I not just move on now?

“Yes I used the map to get here,” I said

The receptionist chuckled.

“Well, off you go now, and don't you worry about a thing,” Wait! No! Don't make me go out there!!

“I won't,” I whispered with hint of sarcasm in my voice.

I walked away feeling very green in the face.

I ran into maths … late. I burst through the door and suddenly went red; everyone was staring at me.

“Thank you for finally joining us, Miss Black,” the maths teacher exclaimed, with a couple of giggles from some of the children.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

I chose a seat in the middle of the class; I thought I wouldn't get much hassle there. Boy, was I wrong!

I was asked maths related questions by the teacher and non-maths related questions by the students.

'Do you like it here?'

'Where you from?'

'How old are you?'

'Have you made any friends?'

My answers were hushed and quick so I could listen to the teacher.

“Charliegh what is … 60 X 100?” The maths teacher asked.

“6000,” I answered quickly.

“Good,” She said, rather surprised I answered so quickly.

Class dragged on and finally after a double lesson of science, I had a break. I did not know where to go. I decided to follow some girls to where they were going. They went to the café

“Yes! Now I can sit down and eat my lunch,” I whispered to myself.

I sat down at a clear table which appeared to have no one sat at it.

So it appeared!

“Oi, new girl, get off our table!” Shouted a girl with a piece of panini in her hand. She ran over and glared. One look at her said that she was Miss It! And I had seriously annoyed Miss It. Sugar!

“Well, you must have taken your bags with you,” I said aloud! I was never any good at defending myself.

“Well obviously, what are you? Thick? I've got precious stuff in this and so have my girls, now get off our table,” Miss It said. Oh, those tarts are her mates? Well that figures!

Her mates giggled.

“You don't have any right to kick me off, you took your stuff with you, the table was clean and no one else was sat at it. If anyone is thick it's you! If you want to keep a table in reserve why don't you use one of your … mates to keep guard of it then? Is that such of problem that you can not do that? To anyone walking by a clean table with no one sat at it should mean that the table is free1 Don't you think?” I said. Wow did I just stand up for myself like that!?

“Come on girls lets get away from her!” Said Miss It. Sorry Miss It, but logic wins over make up and glares.

'Crikey, it's only been my first 3 hours here and I have made no friends but a whole bunch of enemies,' I thought. Just perfect!

The rest of the day flew by and to my surprise, I enjoyed it. I had Tech and Drama. I was not any good at Technology, but I enjoyed it anyway. The girls that I had had an argument with, were in my Technology class. I found out Miss It's name anyway. It was Linda. To Linda's disgust, and mine, we were paired.

“Oi, new girl, we do it my way, not sir's ok and defo not yours, Okay?” she kinda asked. I think it was more of a rhetorical question: one that does not need an answer.

I disagreed with her and told her so.

“Oh for crying out loud, I am not working with you!” Linda shouted and stormed out of the class.

So, I had to do the work on my own, I found it hard but enjoyed it. Linda got an N4 for abandoning her partner and for storming out of the class. I was secretly pleased with the way Technology turned out, even though we got homework.

Next we had Drama and again Linda was in my class. C'mon don't I get a break from her? She wasn't paired with me. Hooray! However, we still had to work in pairs. Sugar! This time we could choose who we wanted to act with and seeing as it was the first drama lesson of the term, we could act out anything we want to. Double Sugar! I didn't know who to go with. Everyone was pairing up with their mates. Linda came strolling over with a smirk on her face.

“Aw, what a shame, New girl doesn't have anyone to work with, AW!” Linda shouted getting the class' attention. I looked around for the teacher but she had gone off somewhere.

“Shut up, Linda,” I whispered.

“Eh, eh? Couldn't quite hear that,” She whispered. I clenched my fists!

“I said SHUT UP!!!!” I shouted. Feeling much better to get the anger out of my system.

“Ooh, look who's getting feisty,” Chuckled Linda.

I looked desperately to see where the teacher had gone. I couldn't see her! Terrific!

“No good looking for the teacher, New Girl, she won't help you,” Linda said.

“Yeah, she won't” shouted one of the girls behind Linda.

“Shut up Georgia, I got this squirt,” Linda shouted giving me a dirty look and making the rest of the class fall silent. It only meant one thing when Linda acted like this the whole class knew it. The only problem was … I didn't. Suddenly a small girl pushed the crowd out of the way.

“Want to work with me?” she said in a small voice but loud enough for the whole class to hear. I looked at her and she looked me straight in the eye. There must have been some mistake. I pointed at my chest as if to say what me? She saw that and nodded and pointed at me. I was stunned. No. I was bowled over that someone wanted to work with me.

“Yes, sure, if you want to,” I said back to the small girl who looked like she was shivering, even though it wasn't cold.

So we went away and planned and rehearsed what we were going to act, while the class, most of all Linda, stared.

By the end of the day I found out that the small girl's name was Angelica. I thought that was a lovely name and told her so.

“Aw, thank you, I thought it was a rubbish name till you praised it,” Angelica whispered.

“Hey no problem, you're my first friend in this school, oh and thanks for being my partner in drama you were very brave to go against Linda,” I praised.

I made my way to the gate and Angelica followed me.

“Do you live around here too?” I asked

“Sort of yeah, but I have to walk to get home most days, like today,” Angelica explained. Making me feel lazy about getting my Mum to pick me up.

“Oh, do you want my Mum to drop you back?” I asked.

“Really? Are you offering? Do you know where I live?” Angelica asked.

“Yes, yes, no, I don't know where you live but I'm sure if you give my Mum the address she will find it, she will probably get the satnav though, I'm sure my Mum won't mind, she will be ecstatic to find that I have a friend,” I replied.

“Thanks, so will mine,” Angelica whispered.

I turned round and looked at her in shock.

“You mean, you're not that popular then?” I exclaimed.

“No,” she said sadly.

“Hey you got me, whatever happens, we're in this together,” I said to Angelica.

“What would happen?” Angelica softly asked.

“Linda might …,” I began

“Oh wait! My Mum's here to pick me up, well …” Angelica said looking between me and her mum.

“Go with your Mum,” I said.

“You sure?” Angelica asked

“Go!” I commanded in a jokey manner, Angelica still got the fact that I was telling her to go with her Mum.

“Okay, meet me by reception tomorrow morning before school,” Angelica said from across the road.

“Sure thing!” I shouted.

I walked the rest of the way up to the car contemplating about Linda and Angelica. Two entirely different people. Two entirely different lives. I'm glad I have Angelica. I felt tingly inside and I was not sure whether the tingles were due to Angelica or Linda.

The Story Of A Teddy Bear - Part Two.

Right my stitching has recovered for the time being so let us continue with the story.

I was placed in the cot that sat in a nursery. Pink paint covered the walls so I am guessing the parents found out the sex of the child.

I waited.

Sometimes on hind paws. Sometimes sat on my bottom. I waited.

A month down the line the man, I found his name was Nick, brought home a very cute baby. Now don't you start getting ideas. I was and always will be the cutest around here. With or without shiny hair.

The baby was placed in the cot next to me. I looked down into her beautiful piercing blue eyes. She looked up into my not so shiny black button eyes. Instantly a bond was made. Like when a mother bonds with her child. I knew from that moment on that I would want to protect her until my stitching couldn't take it any more.

I knew that I wanted to be her friend.

As time passed on the baby grew bigger and better in her own ways. I sat by her day in and day out. Night in and night out. Although she spent most nights in. If I am honest with you. Sure she was rebellious but no THAT rebellious. She sometimes did not want to be fed. I think she liked to use her Nick as a target with her projectile vomiting. However I am going off my teddy rails here. What I meant to say was that she spent every minute of every day and night with me. We never left each other's sights.

I would spend the nights looking down at her. Her soft and smooth complexion. Blue eyes. Small pink lips. A small hand curled around my right back paw like she didn't want anyone to take me away from her.

A smile formed on my fur face. I would never let this girl go. Never.

Phoenix Cries

Written about a true friend of mine.

A phoenix, bright orange and red,

well bred.

A bird of transformation.

Starting a new incarnation..

You are beautiful.

Just like a phoenix.

You're youthful and thoughtful.

You have so many secrets.

Never care what the bullies say.

You prove them wrong every day.

I am here for you,

No matter what you do.

When a phoenix cries

Its tears heal

You have so many allies

You are strong, no matter how you feel.

A phoenix, born from the ashes

You have so much compassion

Amid the flames a gorgeous bird arises

You fight through any crisis.

You are beautiful.

Just like a phoenix.

You're youthful and thoughtful.

You have so many secrets.

Never care what the bullies say.

You prove them wrong every day.

I am here for you,

No matter what you do.

When a phoenix cries

Its tears heal

You have so many allies

You are strong, no matter how you feel.

Hold your head high, 

through all those hard times

Train your private eye.

Forget the bullies' crimes

Soar like a phoenix in the sky

You are beautiful.

Just like a phoenix.

You're youthful and thoughtful.

You have so many secrets.

Never care what the bullies say.

You prove them wrong every day.

I am here for you,

No matter what you do.

When a phoenix cries

Its tears heal

You have so many allies

You are strong, no matter how you feel.

Break My Fall

Inspired by Andrea Begley's song - Latch - Formally written by Disclosure, I wrote this:

You, you are always there for me
You, you always let me be
you, you let me be myself
you, you let me prove myself

When I fall you are there
to help me pick up the pieces
you show me that you care
you help me clear the air
when you're around the negativity decreases
you are there to break my fall
even when i feel so small
even when i want to curl up into a ball
You are there to break my fall

Why do you always want to help?
What am i to you?
What do you think when you hear me yelp?
I really do not have a clue

When I fall you are there
to help me pick up the pieces
you show me that you care
you help me clear the air
when you're around the negativity decreases
you are there to break my fall
even when i feel so small
even when i want to curl up into a ball
You are there to break my fall

You catch me every day
you never let me say
anything bad
anything sad
you are like my second dad
I know you will smile when i admit this
you call me your little princess
You call me gorgeous
That adds a little brightness
Thank you, for constantly breaking my fall

When I fall you are there
to help me pick up the pieces
you show me that you care
you help me clear the air
when you're around the negativity decreases
you are there to break my fall
even when i feel so small
even when i want to curl up into a ball
You are there to break my fall

Test Yourself

How do you know
If you are going to do well
If you do not even try?
It's like getting into a boat without knowing how to row
Your heart may never swell
with the sense of pride

You say you can't do it
I say prove it
Go on and test yourself
you may get a trophy on the shelf
Don't sit around all day
without going it your way
Go out and test yourself
Just go and test yourself

What can i say to make you move your butt?
You look at me and tut
Your confidence is the issue
but the problem is ... it's you

I got inspired, once more, by Hall Of Fame by The Script. Here is the result.

You say you can't do it
I say prove it
Go on and test yourself
you may get a trophy on the shelf
Don't sit around all day
without going it your way
Go out and test yourself
Just go and test yourself

So how can you say
that you cannot do it
every single day
why not try it bit by bit.

You say you can't do it
I say prove it
Go on and test yourself
you may get a trophy on the shelf
Don't sit around all day
without going it your way
Go out and test yourself
Just go and test yourself

Test yourself
test yourself
test yourself
test yourself

Twisted Tears

My band's name sake song. Hope you enjoy this more rock-y tune.

Stop right there
Your faking skills suck
You really don't care
You're out of luck

You know what really gets me mad?
It's when you pretend to be sad
You think that I will forgive you?
After everything you have done, everything you do
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me
You don't even see
What needs to be done
You call me all the names under the sun
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me.

Why do you feel the need to cry?
Every time I put you in your place
You're such a waste of space
I'm sick of being told to try

You know what really gets me mad?
It's when you pretend to be sad
You think that I will forgive you?
After everything you have done, everything you do
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me
You don't even see
What needs to be done
You call me all the names under the sun
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me.

Don't bother to try and talk

I am only going to walk

I see through you like you're made of glass

Your lies are as thin as a blade of grass

You know what really gets me mad?
It's when you pretend to be sad
You think that I will forgive you?
After everything you have done, everything you do
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me
You don't even see
What needs to be done
You call me all the names under the sun
Your twisted tears mean nothing to me.

You Did Nothing Wrong

Ever in need of a break up song ... look no further. Inspired by The Script's Six Degrees Of Separation and Gabrielle Aplin's Please Don't Say You Love Me - I wrote this.

Why am i here writing this song?
Why am i chocking back the tears?
Why is it taking me so long?
To stand up to the leers

Why are you sitting there
all alone?
Your heart is about to tear
I think i need to lower the tone.

Because you did nothing wrong
I've known all along
I never meant to cause so much hurt
I never meant to be so curt
I'm a stranger to myself
I've lost all of my stealth
You're sat there wondering
What on earth is going on
Your shattered soul has gone
You did nothing wrong
You did nothing wrong

This is not any ordinary break up song
That would be entirely wrong
I was pushed to do what I did
I was treated like a little kid

It doesn't excuse the way I treated you
I regret it. I really do.
I think you regret it too
The audience is giving me one loud boo.

Because you did nothing wrong
I've known all along
I never meant to cause so much hurt
I never meant to be so curt
I'm a stranger to myself
I've lost all of my stealth
You're sat there wondering
What on earth is going on
Your shattered soul has gone
You did nothing wrong
You did nothing wrong

I'm giving this to you in secret
It's a risk but no threat
I hope this clears your mind
I hope this makes me seem more kind
Let's hope the message doesn't take too long to send
There are rules to bend
To send you this song
So i will hurry it along

Because you did nothing wrong
I've known all along
I never meant to cause so much hurt
I never meant to be so curt
I'm a stranger to myself
I've lost all of my stealth
You're sat there wondering
What on earth is going on
Your shattered soul has gone
You did nothing wrong
You did nothing wrong

Storm

They come and they go
Each one a different show
I can't help but notice
Something that excites me, what's the next twist?

The sky's getting darker and I
don't feel the same
My emotions gets tied up in chains
when it starts to rain

Because this is a storm that is just
unlike the rest
This is a storm that will
quickly progress
And i feel it
I feel it deep in my bones
The worst is yet to come
Don't fear the storm
Don't fear the storm.

As the lightening races across
the darkening sky
I wonder, I wonder why
What is it like to fly?
The thunder's like a beat on a snare drum
The type that makes a kid scream and run

Because this is a storm that is just
unlike the rest
This is a storm that will
quickly progress
And i feel it
I feel it deep in my bones
The worst is yet to come
Don't fear the storm
Don't fear the storm.

The wind is picking up the pace
Like a horse in a race
But if this is the case
The i shall run for cover
I can tell the storm is getting stronger

Because this is a storm that is just
unlike the rest
This is a storm that will
quickly progress
And i feel it
I feel it deep in my bones
The worst is yet to come
Don't fear the storm
Don't fear the storm.

But at the end of the storm
There's a rainbow
That'll make someone's day
Don't fear the storm.
Don't fear the storm.

A Resolution

Another one of my songs now -

Nobody knows what you've got locked away
Inside of you
A secret that grows bigger, day by day
Engulfing you

Because when times get hard
A resolution needs to be found
You need to play the right card
Or you'll be kicked to the ground
A resolution needs to be sorted
Or your life will become distorted
Without a resolution.

You're being filled to the brim
The light is looking dim
No words can describe how you're feeling
You're tripping and falling.

Because when times get hard
A resolution needs to be found
You need to play the right card
Or you'll be kicked to the ground
A resolution needs to be sorted
Or your life will become distorted
Without a resolution.

Think of your family, your friends.

You want this story to end

So give yourself a hand

Forget the command

Find a resolution

and give the secret away

Because when times get hard
A resolution needs to be found
You need to play the right card
Or you'll be kicked to the ground
A resolution needs to be sorted
Or your life will become distorted
Without a resolution.

Your life will be distorted
Without a resolution.

Get Rid Of The Devil 'In Me'

My family are tired,
with all of my fire.
They tell me to aim higher.
They don't know how i can stoop any lower.

which is why i need to get rid of the devil in me.
If only you could see,
all the trouble i make,
all the things i take,
you would know.
Which is why i need to get rid of the devil in me.
So wish me luck.
Wish me luck.
I'm going to get rid of the devil in me.

I'm tired of all the exasperated looks,
of constantly feeling like a crook.
I'm so used to not caring at all,
so used to throwing hard balls. Ball after ball.

Which is why i'm going to get rid of the devil in me.
If only you could see,
all the trouble i make,
all the things i take,
you would know.
Which is why i need to get rid of the devil in me.
So wish me luck.
Wish me luck.
I'm going to get rid of the devil in me.

They tell me to get better,
constantly telling everyone to check her;
to make sure that i don't get into trouble.
God help them if I have a double,
Because i make them burn.
Karma will surely take her turn.
Which is why i need to get rid of the devil in me.

Which is why i'm going to get rid of the devil in me.
If only you could see,
all the trouble i make,
all the things i take,
you would know.
Which is why i need to get rid of the devil in me.
So wish me luck.
Wish me luck.
I'm going to get rid of the devil in me.

I'm going to get rid of the devil in me.

A Story Of A Teddy Bear

Hello. My name is Angelica. I am pretty normal if I say so myself. The neighbours so not like me. I think they are jelous of my fine establishment. I am, if I am honest, pretty well off.  Let me tell you how my story starts and maybe we will get to the end.

It all started when I aas only a child. Young. Carefree and without any responsibilities at all.My fur was just beginning to get that shiny look that adult bears had. Although secretly I think that they use something else to make their fur shiny because I try all the techniques and i get nothing.
"How are you supposed to get anywhere in life if you do not have shiny fur?" My Father would ask.
I would only shrug in reply for I didn't know.
One by one the family members with the shiny fur were taken away until only I remained. I practised the techniques my Father taught me. Making me face zcontort into a scowl and then pushing and pushing. One time a little button popped out whilst I was pushing. To say I was embarrassed would have been an understatement so I pushed it over so it sat by the Furby bear. I never liked that kid anyway.

After that incident I remained to just smile and forget that mt fur didn't have that particular shine to it.
Who cares anyway? I would ponder. They do! A voice in my head would say back to me. When i started smiling i got a bit more interest.
A young girl with brown pigtails  once came up.
'NO!' Her parents had yelled and dragged her away.
On my final day on the shelf a young man came up to me. Why he couldn't have been more than twenty. He soon became accompianied by a heavily pregnant young lady. Who also couldn't be more than twenty years old.
"Wouldn't that one there be perfect?" The guy asked and pointed upwards right at my buttton eyes.
"Simple yet so beautiful. How much is it?" She asked.
The guy lifted me up and checked my tag then showed it to the young lady. She nodded and popped me into the basket. I was soon accompianied by bibs and baby grows.

They took me to their place and put me into a cot. . This is how my story started. I will tell yoh some more later but for now the stitching in my arms is old and weathered and i simply cannot write anymore.