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Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Some Samples from unfinished work!


These are some tiny tidbits from My unfinished work- The Wallflower, St. Aidans, and unnamed works. You will hopefully see them all! Have a good day- and enjoy these little samples from Cheyenne of Darkness Reigns

Unnamed-
The world howled, the world screamed. The cars on the highway howled along with it, a symphony of screaming children, late for daycare, and honking parents, desperate to get them to location and out of the car. The sidewalks screamed with the buzz of people, and the shops howled with the beeps of cash machines and the rusty scrape of interac.  The sun rose blearily over the mountains long behind Vernon, BC, slanting sideways over the howling world that morning and finally, into Marie’s window.  

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“I’m so sorry,” Alana said breathlessly, letting go of Marie’s hand. Marie used the opportunity to take an even bigger bite of her muffin, spilling more of the filling down her front.  A sudden, loud, reverberating POP split through the air. The  school  receptionist screamed, jumping out from behind her desk. Marie jumped, dropping her muffin on the floor. “mommy, is that a gun?” she looked up at her mother with wide eyes.  Alana scooped her up, almost too big to lift, now- and holding her child to her chest, led the receptionist into the cupboard at the side of the office. “what was that?” she asked, her eyes wide. “I don’t know.” The receptionist said, fighting to stay calm. The buzz and hiss of the school’s loudspeaker suddenly  cracked through the oppressive silence. “Michael Myers is in the building. Michael Myers is in the building.” There was another crack as the speakers went off, and silence reigned once more. The secretary, her eyes wide, slammed the closet door shut, locking it.


Poem- Afraid of the Dark




Afraid of the Dark

The hallway light spreads across my room

And from beneath the dresser

I can see their thin, wavering shadows

Passing back and forth.

Small and hidden

Afraid to be known

Listening to the footsteps that pass,

Over and over again.

Small and hidden

Fingers spread on the carpet

Trying to stay silent

As I hear my things being moved around

While they look for me.

Whispers echo around the room

While I try to still even my heart beat.

I wish my mother would come and snap the light on

To check on me as she usually does

And chase them back into the darkness

They came from.

Small and hidden

A hand suddenly grabs my foot.
Unnamed- ( please forgive the weird format of this, have to rewrite it as it came from my old old old files-

He stands over the banging, hoping his body weight will quiet the banging a bit. Instead, he can feel the vibrations of her efforts in his legs. Like a heartbeat.   T h u m p   t h u m p .   T h u m p   t h u m p .   L e t   m e   o u t .   L e t   m e   o u t .     N a i l s .   H e r   n a i l s   a g a i n s t   t h e   f l o o r b o a r d s   t h a t   m a k e   h e r   c e i l i n g .   S h e s   t r y i n g   t o   s c r a t c h   h e r   w a y   o u t .   S h e   m u s t   b e   b l e e d i n g ,   h e   t h i n k s ,   a n d   f e e l s   a   s h i v e r   i n s i d e .   F o r g e t t i n g   t h a t   t h e y   m a y   c o m e   b a c k ,   m a y   c o m e   b a c k   a n d   h e a r ,   a n d   t h e n   i t   w o u l d   b e   f l a s h i n g   b a d g e s   a n d   s c r e a m i n g   s i r e n s ,   h e   l a y s   d o w n   o n   t o p   o f   t h e   n o i s e .   H e   p r e s s e s   h i s   e a r   t o   t h e   f l o o r ,   a n d   h e   c a n   h e a r   h e r   w h i m p e r s .   S h e   s c r a t c h e s   d e s p e r a t e l y .   W h e n   t h i s   i s   p r o v e n   a   f r u i t l e s s   e f f o r t ,   s h e   r e s u m e s   p o u n d i n g ,   h e r   s c r e a m s   r i s i n g   o v e r   e v e n   t h i s ,   l e t   m e   o u t .   L e t   m e   o u t .   L E T   m e   O U T .  


That's it from the Archives right now. Hope you enjoy!