Sorry for the abruptness of my last post. I was meant to write a full article on my addiction but in the end I felt that my friends think I'm crazy enough already.
I just want to say what an awesome month I've had. I'm reading and loving the Inheritiance Series by Christopher Paolini. (I'm up to Brisingr) I've also been working hard on getting my novel done. I have also done more work on Half-Faye and have intentions of publishing once I've finished writing (and perhaps a MAJOR rewrite).
I have also gotten through to the next stage in a public speaking competition in which I was talking about my novel. So i'm very happy about that.
I had plenty of time over the holidays to get my gaming thirst dealt with by playing Minecraft, Skyrim and Portal. (Discovered an awesome Minecraft server where you can play maps as if you were in the Hunger Games.)
Before I wrap this up I'm going to post a random tid-bit of story that i found on my computer. It was something that I started but never really had any motivation to complete (sound familiar?).
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My father was on his deathbed. I sat next to him holding his sweaty hand. I did not want him to die. Why did there have to be a stupid disease? Then I remembered back. Two months ago my friend Katie’s parents died and she was staying with her uncle and aunt. A month ago the closed the school because half the teachers had died of the mystery virus. How stupid I was to believe that it would not hit our family, that we would be eternally safe. Tears swelled quickly in my eyes. I looked down at my dad, feverish he was and breathing was such an effort for him. A gave his hand a squeeze, and he looked up at me, then to my brother, Jason who was standing behind me, hand resting on my mother’s shoulder.
“Jason,” He croaked, “Take care of your mother and sister. The world is about to change. It will be for the good. Us adults will die and leave the world in your hands. To rebuild. Not make the mistakes we did. I suggest you go down to the supermarket and by all the food you can. Without adults the world will fall into disrepair and it won’t be easy to access all these things you have taken for granted.” With much difficulty, my father opened the drawer beside his bed and pulled out two small rectangular pouches of leather and handed the largest to Jason, “Take this my boy. You will need it,” and passing me the other “and my beautiful daughter. I will be sorry to not see you become a woman. Let us hope you are as confident as your brother.” while he was talking I looked down at the case and opened it. A metal object fell into my lap. On closer inspection it appeared to be a pocket knife, with several different blades.
“Ah, yes. You may need that my dear, but hope you never have to use it... my final word to you two, my dear children...look after another.” And he was gone.
My poor mother was beside herself with sadness I looked up at Jason expecting advice, all he did was remove his hand from my mother’s shoulder only to replace it on mine, giving a my shoulder a tight squeeze. I stood up understanding his silent gesture and together walked out of the room, leaving my no shaking mother who was sobbing over my father’s chest. It was unfair way to die. But what shocked me the most was the fact that my father seemed to know of his dying and the future. I gave an involuntary shiver. Only when we had moved to the lounge did I really break up into tears. Jason tears streaming down his face, pulled me into a tight hug and I sobbed hard into his chest. His whole body was shaking as well. I never expected my father to die so young. Then I broke away and looked at what he had given me, his final gift. It was not a pocket knife as I first thought but, only one blade. It appeared to have an inscription on it in some form of rune and a beautiful carved dragon. I looked at Jason and passed him my gift and he swapped his back. His was also an elegant knife, very sharp and would a powerful weapon. He was inspecting mine, gazing at the runes with a manner of such concentration.
“I wonder what runes these are...” He murmured.
“I wouldn’t have a clue. I only know Anglo Saxon Runes.” I whispered back.
He then stood up abruptly and headed towards the front door, “Where are you going?” I asked.
“To buy all the food I can.”
“Then I’m coming as well.”
And together we set off leaving my distraught mother at home with me father’s body.
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If you didn't know this was heavily influenced by a T.V. show that I was watching at the time called The Tribe. Look it up if you are interested because I'm going to have to wrap this up.
I hope you had a wonderful Easter, ate plenty of chocolate, and made a successful return to school.
Pranxtor ^-^
