Short Story: Bella Part 2

Bella sits on the floor, staring out the window. She gazes up at the clear sun, not bothering to watch what her older sister, Rose, is doing. Bella fidgets slightly, but she doesn’t move from her spot. Jonathan enters the living room and immediately spots the difference between his daughters. His eldest daughter, ten years old, is writing in an exercise book. His youngest daughter, seven years old, is staring out the window like she has been since she got up early in the morning.

Jonathan took a deep breath and walked towards Bella. He crouched next to her and plonked himself down on the floor next to her.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Jonathan tried to engage her in conversation.

‘Daddy?’ Bella asked, looking right at him.

‘Yes, sweetheart?’

‘Why am I different? The others keep running round the playground, but I just want to read my book. They pick on me for it.’

‘They shouldn’t pick on you for it. It’s wrong. You’re different because if we were all the same, life would be very boring. You have different interests to them, that’s all. There’s a reason we do things a certain way, but it takes time to understand why.’

‘Is that why Rose won’t wave at me at school?’

‘What?’

‘She ignores me at school. Everyone stays away, but I can hear them laughing and looking at me. Am I naughty?’

‘No. They just don’t understand you yet. They’re still learning, like you are.’

‘OK.’

Bella looked away, a little disheartened. Jonathan gently pulled her close and sat her on his lap. Both of them looked out the window, but Jonathan kept glancing at Bella, worried sick how much of a situation Bella was in and was hiding from him. He kissed her head, trying to put the worries away.

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Short Story: Run To Him

Silence carried up to her room. Her back was to the door into her bedroom. She had wheeled her desk chair to face her bed and be level with it. She had a cardboard box open in front of her. The lid was top to the bedding, a box of bullets placed on top of it. a Revolver without the ammunition magazine inserted sat on the bed, taunting her. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for what she was about to do. Her hands moved fast.

She grabbed the box of bullets and started to fill the magazine with as many as the magazine would hold. She checked it was securely filled and slid it into the body of the Revolver with a click. She pulled the safety off and stood from her chair, listening for any movements. She carefully pulled her room door open and tiptoed downstairs.

‘They’re dealt with, sir. They won’t be troubling us anytime soon.’ A man spoke into a mobile phone in the living room.

She peeked round, checking for how many targets there were. She could see three men, all with their own weapons. She tested her trainers and found they were secure and ready for anything.

‘No, we haven’t found it. Sir, they had a daughter, a teenage one by the look of the pictures.’ The man was alarmed as he spotted a picture on the mantelpiece.

She took a deep breath and pointed the Revolver at the man on the phone.

‘DOWN ON THE GROUND!’ She yelled.

The men turned in shock. They hadn’t been expecting her to be there.

‘Like you’ll-‘ The man who had been on the phone started.

She shot one of the men in the shoulder knocking him to the ground quickly. The other two men were horrified.

‘Sir, I’ll call you back.’ The man got off the phone.

She kept the Revolver trained on the man putting his phone away.

‘Tough little thing, aren’t ya?’ He tried to patronize her.

‘Weapons on the ground, all of them.’ She demanded, authority seeping out of her words.

The two men did as she asked, but the man who had been on the phone tried to shoot her. She moved and shot him in the shoulder. She shot the other man in the collarbone, fracturing it. She ran into the living room and grabbed the backpack stuffed behind the sofa. Without a second glance she yanked the backpack on and ran out the house. She hid the gun in one of her pockets and kept running until she couldn’t hear anyone or any vehicles following her. She walked under the treeline until she reached the main road. She hailed a taxi and got in.

‘Where to, love?’ The taxi driver asked.

‘Nearest international airport please.’ She said.

‘Going on holiday?’ He asked, taking off.

‘Something like that.’ She shrugged.

She looked out the window, knowing she wasn’t likely to see the place she called home for a long time.

Short Story: Bella

Standing under the window frame on tiptoes, Bella watched the snowflakes fall from the sky. Her imagination was caught by the sight of the flakes. She watched numerous flakes fall and many of them landed on the window frame outside, adding to the mound that started to collect.  She tried to go higher on her tiptoes, but she didn’t have enough height or balance to do so.

‘You should be in bed, young lady.’ Jonathan watched her from the living room doorway.

Bella pointed at the snow, pleading with him to let her see it a little longer. Jonathan walked to her and picked her up into his grip. She looked out the window from the new height and saw the winter wonderland. Bella giggled and squealed with delight at seeing the new world of snow from a height she couldn’t have reached without him.

‘You like the snow?’ Jonathan gently kissed her head.

Bella nodded, beaming. Jonathan stepped closer to the window and let Bella look outside even more. She could see the entire road was covered in snow.

‘Come on. Let’s get you to bed.’ Jonathan started to walk away.

Bella started to get upset, but Jonathan walked with her in his grip upstairs. They walked into her bedroom, tidy until you looked at the floor with toys everywhere. Jonathan gently placed Bella on her bed and tucked her in. Bella started to whimper, so Jonathan pulled out a book from the bookcase. Bella was unsure about the book, but it had snow on it, so she started to go for it. Jonathan gently held Bella close and read her the story. She tried to fight the tiredness, but it won in the end. Bella fell fast asleep in bed. Jonathan put the book down and tucked Bella back into bed. He gently kissed her head and tiptoed out of her room, shutting the door behind him. Jonathan walked to his own bedroom and found Kezia waiting for him.

‘What was it?’ Kezia asked.

‘Bella wanted to see the snow. She’s fast asleep now.’ Jonathan got under the covers by his wife.

‘She talking yet?’

‘Nope. She made her feelings clear, but she didn’t say anything.’

‘At least she’s still acting like a child. She turns five soon. She won’t be a little girl anymore.’

Kezia turned her lamp off. Jonathan lay on his back, turning his own lamp off, wondering what kind of life Bella would have if she couldn’t communicate with words. He tried to drop off, but his only thoughts were of his youngest daughter, whether she would have a life of her own in time.

Short Story: Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

It has been many months.Well, two to be exact when I write this. I haven’t heard from you for a while. I dunno I will for a very long time. Our journey has been rough, but we had got through it to this point. I was there when things went belly up for you and when you felt you had no one else to turn to. I miss you. Truly, I do. I miss our trips out to see various films and come back quoting them into oblivion. What I’m trying to say is, I still want you as a friend.

I know we had our fallings out. You turned your back and went away. That’s your choice. I just wanted to let you know I still support the way you are and I don’t regret you finding who you are. I just regret that I wasn’t there for you more, just so you wouldn’t feel like you had to be on your own.

When you disappeared, it was like a hole had ripped its way through my chest. I wasn’t whole, as if I was when we first met all those years ago. Oh, friend, I wish we could have left on better terms than this. I still crave for the times we had together and how it could go back to all that. The innocence of our time before life got in the way. Through everything we were there for each other and now I have one less friend to turn to and it hurts like hell. I do feel like I didn’t support you enough and I’m sorry for that.

I hope that wherever you are, you are safe and well. Maybe in the future we can get back in touch and meet up, repair our bridges. I want, no need my friend back. I wish you all the luck in the world to find what you are searching for, but I also hope it brings us back together at one point. I’ll be waiting.

From

Your best friend, as long as you want me to be

Short Story: Amy’s Diary 1

WARNING! RATED 12 DUE TO GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION!

Dear Diary,

I wasn’t too sure if I was a diary-writing kind of girl, but I thought I might just give it a go. Today has been a disaster. Everything has gone wrong. Today was my twenty-first birthday. I was finally allowed to graduate from Junior Member to Full Member of the IPS. Sadly, I can’t clarify any more what that means. If I did, I’d have to kill you.

I’d literally just got my ID and the controls flipped. A siren went off, letting us know our location was under threat. Protocol five was activated. We were to flee to our base in Nevada. I had a small amount of belongings packed into the boot of a Jeep John was driving. Jacob was in the passenger seat. I was in the back. We followed the other Jeeps flee, ours holding up the rear.

The Falling Stars, the arch-nemesis of the family, caught up to us. One of their vehicles rammed into our Jeep. We spun and crashed back onto our wheels. When I got my full bearings, metal had been bent out of shape and sharply jutted out of the plastic casing that was the inside of the Jeep. The metal had come through so much it was actually stabbed into my left leg. Blood oozed out of the wound, but I couldn’t find any energy to move. I could feel the blood trickling down my leg and getting absorbed by my sock.

Jacob and John tried to get me to stay conscious, but the loss of so much blood and my dizziness knocked me out. Only, the issue became that when I woke up I was in my bed back at the base. I was about to go and ask the family questions about it when I found a scar down my cheek. When I questioned the family about it Harriet diagnosed my symptoms as being in a coma. I have to get home, but I’m scared of what I might find out.

Amy Thomas

Short Story: Ravens

The cliff was at the right tilt for the view to look more incredible that if it was a flat incline. My feet were secure as I stood facing the landscape. The wind rustled through my clothes, pinning the front of my clothes to my body and the rest of the material flapping behind me.

‘You ready for this?’ Luke asked.

I looked behind me and he was standing nearby, but not so close that he could knock me over the edge if he wished.

‘No matter my answer, you’ll still make me do this.’ I countered.

‘You’re getting it.’

‘Remind me why I’m up here?’

‘Your powers are getting more uncontrollable. You’re getting the ability when you really don’t need it. This is to give you a chance to phase properly to try and get control of it. Once you have control, we can use it to help people.’

‘So you want me to jump?’

‘Yeah. Whilst you’re falling, your ability should kick in and you’ll phase properly.’

‘Should?’

‘Yeah. If you don’t seem to, I’ll jump and get you safely to ground.’

‘Okay. Sounds easy enough.’

‘Good luck. Go when you’re ready.’

I stepped back from the edge, knowing I’d have to run at this. I took deep breaths and tried to focus my mind. I had images flickering through my mind of a raven. Before I knew it, my body sped over the edge, plunging me into the air. I started to fall, but then black feathers enveloped my body. My arms shrunk and then expanded out into wings. My legs shrunk into the rest of my body that morphed around me. I swooped through the air, breezing through and around to fly back up to the cliff I’d just left. I landed on my feet and my focus zoomed in, almost like a camera would, on Luke watching me.

‘Nice one. Living up to our name, as usual, Ali Raven.’

Luke smirked at me. Before I knew what he was doing, he pounced at me, a matted bag in his grip.

Short Story: Bloody Ever After

WARNING! RATING 12 DUE TO VIOLENCE

Running down the dark alleyway was the only way out I could see. My feet landed heavy on the gravel underneath me and I kept running, my satchel swinging into my side. I could hear heavy breathing behind me, following me at every turn. I found my way onto the main street, but even still I couldn’t recognise where I was going. Drumming in my chest, my heart kept trying to escape my chest with how loud and hard it drummed against my rib cage. Looking round me I saw no one nearby. I knew it was late, but how late I had no idea. I couldn’t stop to check my phone and see the time. They would catch up to me if I did.

My vision starts to blur together, but I can’t tell if it’s out of fear or because my eyes are welling up with tears or because of something that might be in my system. I tried to keep moving, but I was grabbed from behind and yanked into another alley. I was thrown further into the alley and I could see the man facing me was about six foot two inches. He was well-built and athletic. He had styled his hair into spikes, but the night obscured the colour and what his face looked like. He stepped towards me, but I took a step back.

‘You’re gonna run now, after everything?’ His husky voice broke the silence that had surrounded me.

I was sure a small whimper slipped through my lips. He took another stride towards me, shrinking the gap between us. His long, muscular arm outstretched to me and he held his hand out me.

‘I want you safe. Why can’t you see that?’

I turned and tried to run from him. He closed the gap and hoisted me into the air, holding me to him. he put me down and turned me to face him, a knife suddenly brandished and gently brushed against my neck.

‘I told you there were only two choices. Happily ever after or bloody ever after. This one’s on you.’

He swung the blade across my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the blood trickle down my chest. I slumped to the ground, trying to breathe properly.

‘Goodnight, princess. You should have listened to me in the first place. You’d still be alive otherwise.’

He turned his back and walked away, throwing the knife to one side as he had with my life, left bleeding onto the floor. I would be another body, not a person anymore. He had taken that and soon enough I would be gone for good.

AMY first chapter

Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of my novel, AMY. It’s not yet published, but I’m looking into making it so. So enjoy and let me know what you think. Just so you know, it is aimed for Young Adults.

Love,

Abbie Allen

 

Chapter 1

The knife lodged into the chest of the human shaped target, a fake blood sachet leaking down the figure. The next knife was suddenly in my hand as some kind of reflex. I couldn’t help but smirk at the shot I’d made. Adrenalin ran through my bloodstream and I wanted more of that feeling than just this moment in time.

The way my family have been brought up has been both a blessing and a curse. I’m just the end of a long line of the Thomas family. Since 1900 our family had been recruited to keep the World safe, mainly consisting of a British-American alliance. No one knows who actually recruited us, but what we do know is we gave the British government an anomalous nudge to create MI5 and MI6 in the early 1900s.

My name is Amelia Thomas. Everyone calls me Amy. I’m not quite a fully-fledged member of the International Protection Service, IPS for short, but I’ve convinced them enough to let me start training. We have to hide ourselves from those who would want us to be extinct, so we have a cover story. Each of our buildings are known as Thomas Spy Bases, so we can give the cover we work for the TSB like the bank. It throws everyone off. I’m glad it does. If it didn’t, I’d have been moved round place to place every time our cover was discovered.

‘Amy, you gonna throw that knife or what?’ Edward, my American cousin, dragged me from my thoughts.

I threw the knife sitting in my grip and it lodged in the crotch of the human shaped target I’d just stabbed in the chest.

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