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.

Destruction

Ask anyone,
if they can see the sun
At night,
with little light,
to guide the way
through the rest of the day.

Destruction plays its part,
on the soul and the heart.
Destruction makes a hole.
Well it takes its toll.

Ask a drunk to guard your door,
when they can't stand on their feet.
You won't be able to sit safely in your seat.
The drunk will be destructive and unsure.

Destruction plays its part,
on the soul and the heart.
Destruction makes a hole.
Well it takes its toll.

So don't let destruction have it's say.
Keep the destructive words to yourself;
You'll keep your health,
you won't drown in the rain
Don't let destruction cause any more pain.

Destruction plays its part,
on the soul and the heart.
Destruction makes a hole.
well it takes its toll

You Keep Me Anchored

If a boat is in trouble,
what does it do?
What would you do?
If it were up to you?
Would you struggle too?

I don't know what I would do without you.
I wouldn't know what to do.
Its great you keep my feet on the ground,
whenever you're around.
You keep me anchored.
You give me the cure,
To my misfortunes.
You keep me anchored.

I feel like i'm living with a curse.
Forever searching in my purse,
For something that will never be there.
I live with the curse of not knowing what to do.
Without you.

I don't know what I would do without you.
I wouldn't know what to do.
It's great you keep me feet on the ground.
Whenever you're around.
You keep me anchored.
You give me the cure,
to my misfortunes.
Yoy keep me anchored.

No matter how strong the current is,
the anchor won't be moved.
You keep me anchored.
You keep me anchored. 

Do Your Best

Inspired by Hall Of Fame by The Script  I wrote this song.

You could do so well in life
get a husband or a wife.
You could earn your wealth,
drink to your health.
Be the brainiest in the class.
You could raise a glass.

All you've got to do is ...

Do your best.
Earn your treasure chest.
Decide whether to go east or west,
just do you best.

So try and run a marathon.
Have fun.
Remember what is important to you.
Represent someone too.

All you've got to do is ...

Do your best.
Earn your treasure chest.
Decide whether to go east or west.
Just do your best.

So get to work you busy bee.
Go for anything you want to be.
Aim high.
Go and fly,
as high as the space ships in the sky.

All you've got to do is ...

Do your best.
Earn your treasure chest.
Decide whether to go east or west.
Just do your best.

All you have got to do is do your best.

The Stealth Attack Of The Killer Wasps

The Stealth Attack of the Killer Wasps:

Imagine my surprise when

A wasp flew through Granddad’s window

Granddad batted it out and then

We drove through the most spectacular show

Up ahead, along the road

Frenzy gone into overload

Grandma and Granddad exchange a look

I think they were a little shook

So for the first time

Out in the sunshine

I saw a swarm

And the air transform

 Into a thousand or more

Flying wasps

Their angry wings fluttering, barging against my car door

I bet their stings would leave me sore

 I cower in my seat

If someone bought these beasts

Then where is the receipt

Can we not retreat?

 I have never been scared of wasps

But after the stealth attack of the killer wasps

I’ve been scared ever since

Did I mention I was only six.

A Chandelier and her brother

A chandelier. An open sign of poshness and upper class.  Many people would walk in and out of the room and admire her beauty. She hangs loud and proud from the ceiling. People forget that someone once hang themselve's from that chandelier. That person's will was lost yet they were proud. Proud because they have the guts to do what most do not. Be loud.

Her beauty is tainted. Bloodstained. Not that manu people remember. The chandelier lives on. The person is still alive in her memory.

What bugs her the most is how easily she could be replaced. What if they get bored of her and want a new more modern model. How will she survive without her brother?

Her brother being the lightbulb that she covers. She brightens the room with her beauty yet he brightens the room everytime someone walks in. Light is needed to see his sister's beauty. Yet she masks the lightbulb's light with her own.

The light bulb looks up to his sister. He adores her. She has everything he wants. Beauty and attention. People would soon pay attention if he suddenly decided to stop working. Only it is the wrong type of attention.

The chandelier's brother does not realise this but she too looks up to her brother. He gives light willingly to anyone and everyone. He does not hold grudges. She could always drop one of her diamonds on one's head if she did not like them. Bombs away she would cackle. That would always make the chandelier's brother flicker with laughter. Her brother does not hold such grudges.

A light bulb is nessecary.

A chandelier is not.

Coffee

Coffee .... pure black like the unkown darkness? With just a dash  of milk in an attempt to brighten the darkness within. Or with a lot of milk .... completely brightening the darkness in this world.

Are you the person that creates the darkness in this world and does nothing to brighten it.

Are you the type to shine a light in and look then step back out and walk away fearing the darkness within.
Or are you the type that will go in head first and brighten any bit of darkness. The type that will help anyone in need?

At the end of the day .... i think there should be more milky coffees around.

Chapter Seven - Reincarnation

Hey all, this is a story that I am writing outside of college.
Sorry for the cliffhanger.

My answer comes with the reappearance of the Prime Minister's, Daniel Frampton's, face.
"You have completed the mandatory test that every single citizen has to take. Your brain scan has revealed residual matter from another source. This means, and I can say this with complete confidence, that you are indeed a Reincarnation and not a New Soul," Daniel says.
No surprise there then!

"Do not get disheartened, fellow citizen, the next test will determine which area of work your past life worked in. We will then commence another brain scan and you will participate in one more final test. Once again, good luck," Daniel said and his face disappeared once more.
"Looking at your strengths and weaknesses, Jessica Zel, we can confirm that your past life did not work in the research, music or teaching industries. Your past life could have worked in: Journalism, in an office, politics, retail or counseling. In order to narrow this list down we must test you on these professions," The Voice says.
"Ok," I say.

Five icons appear on the screan, one for each profession. My past life probably worked in retail so I click the retail so I click the retail button.
"In olden times there used to be shops. Who were the people who ran the tills?" The voice asks.
Father told me about those people. He said my Great Grandfather was one.
"A cashier," I answer.
"Correct," The Voice says.
The retail icon disappears. I could maybe be a journalist like my Father. Inspired by this I click the journalist icon.
Unfortunately I got that question wrong along with the office question. However I got politics and councilling right. I had to put name to face in politics and describe what systematic desensitization is for councilling. I got three out of five.

"Jessica Zel, your test has shown that your past life did not work in journalism or in a office. This leaves three options and we will now perform a deep brain scan on the residual matter left in your brain based on this information. Please stand still," The Voice says.

Awhite light erupts from the same place that the red light came from. The process did not take very long. The white light disappears.
"Jessica Zel, we can now say that your past life worked in ..." The Voice trails off.
Instead of saying it the word comes onto the panel in front of me. There in black font is what my past life did.

Thousands of jobs narrowed down until only one remains.

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Chapter Six - Reincarnation

This is a story I have been writing outside of college.

Enjoy.

Chapter Six:

I raise a finger and click the test icon.
"Jessica Zel, you are about to commence the test but first, do you have any questions?" The Voice asks.
There were no icons for yes or no or not sure so I just said:
'No.'
I wait a few seconds before The Voice says:
'The test will now begin.'

The questions differentiate between strength and weakness.
For example: 'English - Who wrote A Streetcar Named Desire?" The Voice asks.
"Tennessee Williams," I answer.
"Correct," The Voice says.
"Answer this quadratic equation," The Voice asks.
"4x + 3y + 17 = 27 whereby X = 1 and Y = 2," I answer.
"Correct," The Voice says.
"What, according to the behaviorist approach in psychology, is classical conditioning?" The Voice asks.
I pause for a few seconds and try to think of an answer. I have never had a lesson in psychology before but I seem to remember my Mother saying something about learning through reinforcements and punishments.
"Is it learning through reinforcements and punishments. Like rewards or praise and a scolding or having something taken from you?" I ask.
A buzz fills the cylinder.
"Incorrect," The Voice says.
I sigh.
"However you were on the right lines. What you described is the other conditioning assumption in the behaviorist approach called Operant Conditioning. Classical Conditioning, according to the American behaviorist - Watson and the Russian behaviorist - Pavlov, is learning through association. For example learning to associate good behaviour with praise," The Voice says.
I nod.

The test goes on and I get the rest of my strengths questions right and most of the weakness questions wrong. The last question was music. In this question they played a song and told me to name it. This band has long since gone but I still recognise their music. They were an international phenomenon at one stage. I name the song and the band for good measure.
"Correct," The Voice says.
That is it.
Test over.

"You got six out of seven in the strengths section and two out of six in the weakness section," The Voice informs me.
Is that good? I ponder to myself. The screen goes blank and for a couple of seconds my heart races.
I am not a New Soul ... Am I?
Surely not!

What Did You Do?

What Did You Do?

You try to sleep all day.

Sleep all night.

But try as you might,

You can’t do it;

You say your chest feels tight.


What did you do to deserve this?

Every day you have a near miss.

You knock politely on Death’s door,

You say you can’t take anymore.

What would I do without you Mum?

What did you do?

What did you do?

It’s making me go numb.


You shower the bed with your morning pills,

Never knowing how bad this makes me feel.

I want to take away the pain.

All I see is how fed up you are.

Doctors constantly keep lowering the bar.


You’ve dealt with so much from such a young age.

You keep telling me to turn the next page,

And see what’s going to happen in the book of life.

Whether it’s the last or beginning page,

Just strive.


For so long you’ve been my shield.

No matter how ill,

You feel.

No matter how hot the flames go,

You have never ever left me alone.

Even though I worry every single night,

You’re the angel that never leaves my side.


When you go into hospital.

I’m the one to make that call.

With you fighting the pain,

And me fighting the shame.

I think I am to blame.

I’m not able to help you.

Oh I know you feel it too.

You want to help me,

But for now I say ‘let it be’.

You’re the one whimpering,

And hoping to stop suffering.


So even though I want you to stay,

I’ll be your little angel and never stray.

I’ll get you the help and make you well.

Now you need me as much as I need you.

Now I see all the pain I caused you.

What did you do?


You don’t deserve all of this.

I wish I could dismiss,

All the pain,

Coursing through your veins.

Or just make it tame.

All my life, I have never seen you,

Without Death gliding behind you too.


What did you do Mum?

It’s made me numb.

What Matters To Me?

So this poem was published in an anthology in 2011. I hope you like it.

What matters to me is simple,
Its not even a dimple.
what matters to me is family.
I live very happily.

Nothing else matters,
Not even clothes in tatters.
They make the light,
or a Turkish Delight.

They give you a good telling off,
For pretending to be a sloth.
they play a game
but always stay tame.

They can be good fun
like staying out in the sun.
They sometimes ground,
but never pound

Although they are serious,
They can never be delirious.
Remember the puddings,
and all the good things.

P!nk song story

Where have you been where have you gone and have I done something wrong. Are you hiding in the closet are you underneath the bed? Since I met you I've been a victim of disaster.  How many times have I kicked you out of here or said something insulting? I'm crying here what have you done?

 Your taunting smirk behind the glass. This museum full of ash once a tickle now a rash. This used to be a fun house but now it's full of evil clowns. Come take a walk with with me lets pretend we're two people and you're not better than me.

 You took my hand you showed me how. You promised me you'll be around. I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me. I can hear planes flying over my head. 

We are the people that you never get the best of never get the rest of. Where there is a fire there is gunna be a flame. Where there is a flame someone's bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn't mean you're going to die you gotta get up and try. 

Songs in order. 

Song - album 

How Come You're Not Here - The Truth About Love. 

Heartbreak Down - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Please Don't Leave Me - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Just Like A Pill - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Funhouse - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Dear Mr President - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Who Knew - Greatest Hits ... So Far

Where Did The Beat Go? - The Truth About Love

All We All We Are - The Truth About Love

Try - The Truth About Love

Kaiser Chief Song Story.

My Script Song Story went down well so now I have dons a Kaiser Chiefs story using extracts from their songs. Enjoy.

What did you learn today? I learnt nothing. What did you do today? I did nothing. What did you learn at school? I didn't go. Why didn't you go to school. I don't know. Watching the people get lary is not very pretty i tell thee walking through town is quite scary and not very sensible either. A friend of a friend he got beaten he looked unaware to the policeman it would never have happened to Sleaton. I know that you're tensing it. Everyday I love you less and less. I only wanna see. I only wanna see the kind of girl you are.

Picture yourself on a rocket. Picture yourself in a glittering silver suit. Picture yourself getting on it. Saluting the news crew you're the new recruit. So this age of the train all aboard for the labour exchange. My mind is running away with me. They tell you day after day to make your way through the factory gates. Till they can't break your will anymore you are contractionally tied to Death's door.

Hold on to your hearts if you can its been the coldest year since records began and now the sun is coming up again in no mans land. Look alive. Pick a side. Draw a line in the sand you're just a band. I study millitary maths. It helps me relax. Roll the dice keep em guessing asking questions one more time. Hey now watcha do that for? Keep your head down I told you less is more. I know 'cause i've seen it. It was great and I won it. There's no point in going crazy on your own.

Its time to believe that i smile in my sleep because everyone leaves me. It's so hard to keep company. I'm misery company. All the people all of those awful lives building on the outskirts of my mind and it all comes flooding back to me like a forgotten melody from a dream. I walk across the sand with my shoes in my hand to the daylight and the real life.

Songs in order:
Song - album
Never Miss A Beat - Unemployment
I Predict A Riot - I Predict A Riot
Kind Of Girl You Are - Employment
Every Day I Love You Less And Less - I Predict A Riot
Meanwhile Up In Heaven - Education Education Education & War
The Factory Gates - Education Education Education & War
Bows & Arrows - Education Education Education & War
Cannons - Education Education Education And War
Ruffians On The Parade - Education Education Education & War
One More Last Song - Education Education Education & War
Less Is More - I Predict A Riot
Modern Way - Employment
Misery Company - Education Education Education & War
Roses - Education Education Education & War
Coming Home - Education Education Education & War
My Life - Education Education Education & War

Outside - Place

Wind teases a strand of hair from behind a young lady's ear and battles with the trees. The trees fight back wanting their trunks to remain intact. Papers flutter across the ground and grass blades collide with one another. Water ripples across the fountain. It wants to escape. If the bench nearby is anything to go by. Which is speckled with water where those cheeky Hydrogen and Oxygen compounds have tried to jump from the fountain to the bench. The patio on the ground is a maze. For us humans it is very easy to decipher which way to go but for those poor ants ... well how do they know where to go? Unless they have wings and therefore they can cheat ... In that case we should feel no pity for them.

The sun rays are trying to battle their way through the shield of clouds. However their swords must be blunt as the rays are not making any difference. Unlike the wind which is raging it's battle cries and declares it's war on the leaves of the trees in the distance. At first the leaves put up a fight but in the end they surrender and end up falling limply to the ground. Death waits for nature to take it's course before coming to pick up the poor leaves' souls.

A circling of birds above make some students' heads turn skywards.
Target acquired.
Three
Two
One
FIRE.

Mayonnaise on chips anyone?

Library - Place

Tip Tap. Tip tap on the keyboards. Ideas swimming from student's minds down their nerves, sizzling through their synapses and ending at their fingertips, but that is okay because the ideas ending at their fingertips will transfer from odd nail endings to the computer screen. Imagination grows with every turn of a page. Pens stutter as ideas fail to express themselves to those students stuck in the wooden prison cells. They won't be able to leave that area until those pens stop stuttering and they become brave enough to make those bold strokes on paper.

Chapter Five - Reincarnation

The woman leads me to the glass cubical. As I step into, what I am calling, the transparent cylinder of doom, I turn my head slightly to see my Mother giving me a thumbs up and a grin. The red curtain of gloom cuts off my view of my Mother sharply. I have no choice but to turn my attention back to the transparent cubical or, more precisely, my future.

The woman shuts the door behind me and presses a button on the outside of the cylinder. She then steps back by the red curtain and gives me a nod. I'm hoping it was meant to encourage me.

"Jessica Zel, welcome to the annual Finding Your Soul test brought to you by Danny Frampton, our current leader in Government," A voice through a speaker formally says.
A panel comes up on one side of the cubical. It is a video.
"Hello young citizen of this fine society. You may recognise me. If you do not then I am Daniel Frampton, but please, call me Danny," A man on the screen says.
He has extremely dark hair. One might call it jet black hair, styled professionally, of course. Hazel eyes. So uncommon nowadays yet he has them. Mine are like dark chocolate, His is like caramel.

"Shortly, you will be have a brain scan and a short test in order to pin point your exact strengths and weaknesses and to determine whether you are a New Soul or an Reincarnation. If at the end of the test, should this screen go blank, you are free to go. If, however, the screen does not go blank, you will have the fortune of seeing this gorgeous face again and I shall guide you through the next steps should you need to take them," Danny says formally.
I nod in understanding.

"Before you take this test you have the right to know why it has become a necessity to do this process. Over one hundred years ago we were in a state of desperation. Thousands upon thousands of citizens were either unemployed or in jobs that did not physically or psychologically suit them. Only ten percent of the population was in a job that truly suited them. It affected the government a lot, as I am sure you can imagine. Many people who were not truly suited for Government were elected to represent our country. Even the Prime Minister at the time was not truly suited to his job. He got us into many wars across the world. Thousands of soldiers, air militants and navy sailors were killed. All for a pointless war. Debates became out of control. Full on arguments occurred and they caused many more wars. Eventually this Government stepped in and proposed a new idea and a new world. The world that you are currently living in. Now, to make sure that everyone is in the job that suits them we ask that every sixteen year old in the country takes the Finding Your Soul test. Good luck, young citizen of this fine country," Danny says and his face disappears off of the screen.

"Preparing for brain scan, please stand still," The voice from the speaker says.
A red light appears from where Daniel Frampton's face was and covers my face. My eyes narrow as all I see is red. Red alludes my vision for about thirty seconds and then the brain scan is over.

A panel appears again.
"Touch strengths to see strengths and touch weaknesses to see weakness. After doing so click on the test button for the short test," The voice says.
I raise my index finger and touch the strengths icon.
"Jessica Elizabeth Zel, your strengths are ..." The Voice says.
On the screen is a list of my strengths.
Debating
English
History
PE
Orating
Psychology
Geography.
I stand there, confused. Geography? Since when was I good at that? I put my finger on Weaknesses.
"Jessica Elizabeth Zel, your weaknesses are...." The voice says.
Once again a list comes up.
Maths
Chemistry
Physics
Biology
Sociology
Music
I nod taking in all of this information. Not a single one of the weaknesses surprised me.

Seven strengths.
Six weaknesses,
One test.
One result.

Twitter Fiction

We had to write a piece of fiction but in the twitter style using only 140 characters. Here's mine:

Geese. I hate them. Don't laugh. I'm a little yellow duckie. They chase me. #meanies #nowduckiechasesback be afraid geese. Be afraid.

Tears slip down her face. Alone. That's what she is, but she is determined not to be. Determined. She will not stand for bullying any more.

A Roadie On The Road - Creative Non - Fiction

This will be an assessed piece of Creative Non-Fiction. Not quite sure if I have a firm grasp on the concept of this yet as to me Non-Fiction is hard solid facts and nothing creative to add but that's me.

Being a roadie is a good laugh sometimes. Oh who am I kidding it's nearly always a laugh, if I am frank. Which I am not called Frank by the way. We had just come back from Romania and the band had a gig at the Bristol O2 arena the next day. I, myself, am I massive fan of Bristol. It's culture. The history. The landscapes. The architecture. The boys, however, were not so sure.
"Couldn't we stay in Cardiff, then head over to Bristol in time for the gig?" Daniel asked.
"No. We're here now. I know what would convince you to stay. A pint of Guinness in the Cartwheel," I offered and yanked his arm out of the tour bus. The other two band members reluctantly followed. The lads brightened up when they saw the pub. Now they have been to many pubs over the years and this one was probably the same as any old pub they had been to. I know that Mark, however, cannot resist a good ol' Guinness and can down a pint of that murky black stuff in four seconds flat. This pub was probably the same as any old pub that they had been to. Or not.

We stepped inside and instantly got a whiff of unpleasant body odour that filled the atmosphere whilst the disgusting stench of cigarettes wafted from the leather seats and hit us like a bulldozer. A corpulent being struggled in through the back door. His sweaty hands smothered the cream wallpaper. To be honest he could have done with one less spare tyre. Layers of fat from his colossal stomach hung over his jogging bottoms. He wiped his hands over his stubbly chin and greeted his friends with a groan and a moan that came from deep within. His friends looked worn and weathered, possibly due to a tsunami of work. Having said that, the lads do not look like that and they never get a break. They gathered around the glowing remains of a fire that sat opposite the bar, whilst the flames cast grotesque shadows of the men on the cracked and broken, maroon 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. His leather jacket lay forgotten on the seat next to him and he let out a vociferous sound after gulping down his Guinness in five seconds. Mark still holds the record.

The chattering among the drinkers was shattered as a screech from a wannabe pop star took the stage in an attempt to provide the crowd with some entertainment.
"I half want to go up there and show her how it's done myself," Daniel said. He 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 assortment of drinks.

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 hit people's faces at strange angles and we can see the indents on their faces.

In a corner of the pub is a battered pool table that shows its antiquity. A couple of middle aged blokes stood around the table and it seemed as if they had pool balls in their eyes from staring at them so much. One of the guys took a shot with the speckled cue ball and the balls hit each other with such ferocity that they pinged away from each other like the slightest touch burned their skins.

To the side of the pool table was a bunch of arcade games which stood proudly. Their gleam invites people in, like a meat to a pack of wolves, to have a go and rid them of the jackpot inside which is causing them constipation.

This was different to the many pubs that the lads had been to. Other pubs had pine tables, bright halogen spotlights, fake ornamental plants, cool air conditioning and a smell of coffee that hit you as soon as you set foot in the pub. Not the smell of body odour and foul cigarettes.
"What were you saying about convincing us to stay?" Daniel asked.
I felt my face go crimson with embarrassment.
"Next stop ... Cardiff," I said grimly and led the boys out of the atrocious pub.

Script Song Story

I put all of my songs that I have bought by The Script onto shuffle and this is what I came up with.

This time he is going to wear an iron suit, this time she's going to fix her heart and make it bullet proof. My head is saying no but my heart keeps giving in. All the things that we've lost, breaking off comes at a cost. Tried to break love to a science in an act of pure defiance I broke his heart and now I miss this mistake. Give me highs, give me lows, give me thorns with my rose, I want everything. I think I want you more than want and know I need you more than need. Going back to the corner where I first saw you gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move.

Would Dylan be just a poet? Would Bono ever know it? Without those songs. My hands are cold, my body's numb, I'm still in shock, what have you done? I don't know why he's with me. It's in the eyes of the children as they leave for the very first time and it's in the heart of a soldier as they take a bullet on the front line. When love's a battle and life's a war, I'll take it on the chin, you won't ever feel a thing. I could talk all day long about the news, giving you the current affairs and my views.

My head, my head is full of things I should have done. Don't live your life that way of course he's gunna say anything you want. What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? You touch these tired eyes of mine and map my face out line by line.

Am I better off dead? Am I better off a quitter? Dedicate yourself and you'll find yourself - Standing in the hall of fame.

To your brother, to your sister, to your missus to your mister. To your friends. To your foes. Give the love around and back around it goes. It's been a while since the two of us talked. About a week since the day that you walked. They're kicking us out saying it's time to close. We're leaning on each other trying to beat the cold, carry our shoes and I give you my coat. When I was younger, I'd pray for thunder, a thousand angels banging on their chairs, all of the lightening was never that frightening like cameras all flashing in the air.

Sometimes tears say all there is to say and sometimes your first scars won't ever fade away. You've read the books, you've watched the shows. What's the best way, no one knows. When's the day you start again and when the hell does you'll get over it begin?

Late to bed, we're early to rise, wipe the sleep from our eyes. That's how a superhero learns to fly. Every day every hour turn that pain into power. It's been a long time coming. Up in the bar all smoking cigars we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar. Talking about them better days that are not that far. Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar. You sing a sad song yeah sing it from the heart. Tell a sad story yeah tell it from the start. Who's have thought about the cause and effect? No one cares. There's no one there. But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light did you feel the smoke in your eyes did you? Did you? Did you feel the sparks filled with hope. You are not alone because someone's out there sending out flares. I still look for your face in the crowd oh if you could see me now and we don't even know how we got into this situation only doing things out of frustration, and we don't even know how we got into this mess, is it God's test? Tryna make it work but man these times are hard. There comes a time that every bird has to fly at some point every rose has to die.

Now my head is sore, if I try to sail back in she's gunna push me from the shore. There's no end, there's no end, 'cause this love transcends. I found you before and I'll find you again.

I asked him why he's running away. He said he was born to live this way. Now I know you're missing home it's been so long since you've been and that life you had in Dublin now ain't nothing but a dream. To be right there in the moment you'd give anything to be. It's al-right 'cause tonight we're going to paint the town green. Paint the town green. Just like home.

Songs in order:
Song - Album
Broken Arrow - #3
Anybody there - The Script
No Good In Goodbye - No Sound Without Silence
Science And Faith - Science And Faith
No Good In Goodbye - No Sound Without Silence
Kaleidoscope - #3
Never Seen Anything 'Quite Like You' - No Sound Without Silence. 
The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
Without Those Songs - No Sound Without Silence
Exit Wounds - Science And Faith
Walk Away - Science And Faith
This = Love - Science And Faith
Army Of Angels - No Sound Without Silence.
You Won't Feel A Thing - Science And Faith
No Words - #3
It's Not Right For You - No Sound Without Silence
Fall For Anything - The Script
Breakeven - The Script
I'm Yours - The Script
Nothing - Science And Faith
Hall Of Fame - #3
Give The Love Around - #3
Before The Worst - The Script
Millionaires - #3
Howl At The Moon - No Sound Without Silence
The End Where I Begin - The Script
Six Degrees Of Separation - #3
Long Gone And Moved On - Science And Faith
Hail Rain Or Sunshine - No Sound Without Silence
Superheroes - No Sound Without Silence
Rusty Halo - The Script
Good Ol' Days - #3
Man On A Wire - No Sound Without Silence
Flares - No Sound Without Silence
If You Could See Me Now - #3
For The First Time - Science And Faith
We Cry - The Script
If You See Kay - The Script
The Energy Never Dies - No Sound Without Silence
Glowing - #3
Paint The Town Green - No Sound Without Silence

Chapter Four

Hey all. This is a story that I am writing outside of class. Enjoy. Comment praise and criticism please.

Reincarnation

Chapter Four:

The walk towards the hall is a short one and one I will always remember. The way it was silent all the way through. The way i kept wiping my hands on my school trousers to remove the sweat that had accumulated during the short walk. The way Mother's back subconsciously straightened when we neared the automatic doors. I hate automatic doors; you cannot escape them. By that I mean when you get close enough for the sensors to know of your existence then you have to go through the open doors. If anyone is in the next room then the sound of the doors opening alerts them and they expect someone to walk through. If no one does walk through then it arouses suspicion and suspicion in this world is very dangerous.

Mother and I walk through the automatic doors. Both of us have been here many a time. Obviously I have beeen here more than Mother has. This hall holds anything from debating and parents evenings to concerts and examinations. I never took part in concerts as i cannot sing to savw my life. Think of the most disgusting type of music you can think of. Proliferate the disgusting factor by one hundred and make sure that it's out of tune and you might just might have the gist.
Debating is what i spent most of my time in the hall doing. Mother always came to my debates. No matter ehat subject i was debating about she was there. Parents evening was always interesting. Various debates teachers have all said that 'Miss Zel has quite a mouth on her when it comes to debating.'  Mother would always smile at that.

The hall looked the same as usual. The wooden flor had patches where some of the panels had not been varnished or where the varnish had been scuffed by shoes and worn off. There are several examination tables set up with a teacher sat behind them. I halt in my tracks when i see the curtain rise and a student stepping out of a glass cubical. Mother pulls me to one side and studies me closely.

"Whatever happens, handle it like an adult," She says.
"What is going to happen Mother? In that cubical i mean," I demand to know.
Mother looks at the stage quickly and then turns her attention back to me.
"They scan your brain, look for strengths and weaknesses and test them," Mother tells me.
There has to be more; this information alone cannot be enough to tell whether soneone has had a past life or not.
"Ok. What else?" I ask.
Mother looks at me with confusion in her face.
"That's it," She says.
"It's too simple," I state.
"Well i got my results with just that tested," Mother says.
Mother got her New Soul result by just having her brain scanned and a short test. So what happens if you are not a New Soul? What happens if you are an Reincarnation?

"Come on Jessica, that lady over there is staring at us so i think we had better get your test done sooner rather than later," Mother says and i look instinctly over at a woman who had her eyes trained on me and my Mother. The woman beckons me over with her hand. I sigh.
"Ok. If i have to," I say.

I walk over to the woman who beckoned me over and smile at her as i approach the desk.
"Hello and who do I have here?" The woman asks.
"Jessica Elizabeth Zel," I answer.
Mother places her hand on my back.
"I am her Mother," She says.
The woman looks up and looks astounded that we are even related. I can see where she is coming from. I inherrited all of Father's looks. We do not look related at all.
"If you would like to come this way, Miss Zel?" The woman asks rhetorically and she gets up and walks towards the stage where the glass cubical is.

I have no choice but to follow her.

You cannot risk suspscion in a world like this.

Socks

They were hung on two lines, forced from going anywhere, left out on two lines to dry. Whatthey really wanted was to be alive. They had dreams of flying amongst the birds and yet, here they are hanging for dear life with only some wooden pegs supporting them. To stop them from falling. Those who are scared of heights would not like to be left hanging here. But what can they do? They cannot make their much desired escape. They cannot leave for they are trapped.

They await torture. This terrible torture involved being folded up into what tueir oeners believe to be neat and tidy piles but imagine it from their point of view. They are being folded into positions that do not suit them at all.

Some are lucky. Some do not get folded. Instead they are hung up in that wardrobe of theirs crushed amongst others. They await that horrible ordeal of being worn again. I pity those socks; humans' feet are most disgusting and potent snelling too.

Then of course after they have been worn they are washed. They are spun over and over again. Poor souls must get ever so dizzy. People do not hear their screams for help or their whimpers as they realise that there is nothing they can do but put up with being spun and having soap forced in and out ofbtheir mouths. Once they have been washed they start out where this story started. Spread across two lines.

Poor, poor souls.

That was a story i wrote where i was not allowed to use the definite or indefinite article.

An ordinary street - Place

Sunlight pours down on my world. My world. What do i call my world? Now that is a good question.

We live in a world where everything is the same. Day in, day out. Grey concrete roads. No markings. Cars parked on both sides of the road. All the same colour, like Ford's Tin Lizzie. One van sticks out. Pure black. The other cars are blue, like fingertips in danger of being frostbitten. A sad sight. The black van is unkown yet known. Everyone knows what it is but it is the unkown that comes with the known that terrifies people. Apart from the slight difference in cars the houses are all the same. Twenty houses per street. No more. No less. Triangular roofs. Very easy to fall off of, not so easy to get to the top of. Lovely that isn't it? It seems so hard to climb yet so easy to fall.

The windows are too small. Too small to clamber out of. Although they are very easy to break. I wouldn't try it myself. It seems too painful. Each window has a black rim around the edge. A border so to speak. They love setting borders and making sure we don't overstep the line. Two windows on either side of the house. I'm lucky to have a window in my bedroom. I can see what is happening in this world. So, does that make me unlucky then? Maybe it does. I can see through this world like it is as transparent as the glass in my window.

A wooden door. Standard issue. Everyone has one. We open and close it every day. Well, I try to open my door but it is forever slammed in my face. Oops! Wrong door. Or so they tell me. Try again they tell me.

Same old.
Same new.
Daily.