My Soul Mate

This is one of my short stories from a collection I wrote a few years ago.I would appreciate some constructive criticism.

I met my husband when I was twenty one years old and it was love at first sight.Jack was my complete opposite.He was crazy about bikes,had a fondness for tribal tattoos on his arms,didnt give a damn about what other people thought and was bravest man the world.I on the other hand,was scared to drive at night,couldnt stand the sight of needles and thought strangers opinions mattered more than the ones of those I loved.But when I met Jack,on that rainy November evening,that person,..that facade,died.And the real me,the real Piper Carter,was born.

My car had broken down just outside the small town of Rossport,which funnily enough was no where near a port,and,as usual,my cell was dead.So I was kicking the trunk of my car in temper,doing quite a bit of damage when I heard the smooth purr of a bike pull up beside me.

“You know if you keep doing that you’ll be going home without a door,” a male voice chuckled to my right.I whipped around and glared at him.Jack was a very handsome man,he had long black hair that fell to his shoulders,always untamed,messy,he,when I begged him to get it trimmed,always said that hair was a persons personality,and he was untamed.That made me laugh,after our first baby was born he went to bed with her and eight every night.

His eyes,..they were like to shining beacons of light.They were the brightest blue I had every seen,I always felt like I was drowning in those blue eyes.His features were straight and handsome.Straight nose,square jaw,high cheek bones.His lips were soft and pink,the mere sight of them made me want to kiss him all over.

“Whats it to you,”I snapped,not in the mood for jokes,even from the handsomest man I had ever laid eyes on.He hopped off his bike and those kissable lips spread into a wide grin,which,I’ll admit made my stomach flip.

“Ooh baby’s got bite,”he teased,popping the bonnet of my car open,and bending over to take a look.This gave me a perfect view to his finely put together,”bottom,”as my mother would often make me say.Man this guy was gorgeous.

“Baby,”I growled,now faking my irritation,”doesnt need your help!,”.Jack pulled back and surveyed me with amusement.He stepped back and spread one arm wide in invitation.The smirk playing on his lips now was mocking,his eyes bright.

“Then,please by all means do not let me disturb you from your mechanical duties,”he said,a hint of laughter in his voice.I stepped forward and gazed in at the mass of wires and tubes and dirty looking screws.

“Um…..the carburetor,…..”I trailed off,seeing him shake his head,laughing as he did so.I tried again,…….”The engine is um,……………broken,?”I asked.Jack laughed at my meek attempts to diagnose the problem.

He took my hand and I nearly fainted and his touch.Sparks ran up my fingers and up into my arm,my heart skipping a beat.He stared at me for a moment and the brought my hand,enclosed in his own one down to a pipe,located just under the engine.

“This is cracked,”he explained,still holding my hand in his own.”And this gives the engine oil,your out of oil,because my guess is you’ve been leaking for the past hour and your engine has ceased,”he told me,though I barely heard a word.I was still amazed this creature was touching me.

“Can you fix it,?”I asked,my voice wobbling.Jack shook his head and released my hand,closing the bonnet.

“No,I cant,it’ll have to be towed to a mechanic,”he told me his voice kind,”do you live far from here,”he asked me,and I nodded in reply,shivering slightly in the cold November air.

“Yes,about five states away,”I muttered,looking at the ground,knowing I should have gotten the damn car fixed before I took this cross country trip to visit my best friend.

Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair,he then broke into a smile.”Im Jack Mason,by the way,”he said,holding out his hand.I took it immediately,wanting to feel the roughness and the softness of his hand again.”Piper Carter,”I replied smiling.

That night Jack gave me a ride to the motel he was staying at,it was also the first night we made love.We hit it off right away.He was everything I’d always wanted in a man and never knew it.Jack spoiled other men for me because they looked so weak in comparison.His touch,oh I reveled in it.That first night we got know sleep,we made love all night long.

We had known each other for about six months when he proposed.I said yes right away,it didnt matter that we hadnt known each other for a very long time,because I knew I had found my soul mate.Jack hadnt even met my parents yet and when he did,our relationship came close to ending.

We had arrived at the summer house in Main and I knew right away there was going to be trouble.Jack was everything my parents prayed I wouldnt marry.He had no prospects,my father repeated over and over again.Did he even go to collage,my mother asked,and when I told her he had attended community collage in his hometown,she looked sick.

My brothers belittled him during dinner,my sisters made snide comments about his clothes,my grandmother asked if he had a criminal record and my grandfather fell asleep when Jack told them about his mother.I was more and more in love with him each day and the fact that he sat through all that abuse when any other guy would have cut and run a long time before that made me even more sure that this was the guy I wanted to spend my life with.

The day before we were due to leave,Jack heard my father and grandfather talking in the kitchen.”I bet his parents are bad eggs,it’s always the same,if the parenets are bad,then the children are bad,”my grandfather remarked.As if his parents had been rich.”Oh certainly,”my father agreed,sipping on his brandy,”my guess is drug pushers,…”he guessed.

When I came back from the store with my sister that night,Jack,along with all his clothes were gone,and a note lay on my bed.”You’ll find someone who deserves you Piper,who deserves all your perfection,”the last line said in his messy scrawl.Now I was not one for scences,but that night I crumbled to tiny pieces.I screamed at my father,I screamed at my mother,I threw four hundered and fifety dollar vases’ at my brothers and I sobbed on my sisters shoulders.

But then I heard that distinctive purr in the driveway and I bolted outside,he was back.We married two weeks after that,in a small ceromony on the beach.My parents were not present,nor were any of my family.His were enough though,delighted that there son had found a nice girl.

Our first child,a baby girl was born nine months to the day,after that.We called her Holly and she was Jacks pride and joy.He had never been as happy and when he recived a son,christined,James Daniel Mason,our family unit was complete.We shared blissful years full of picnics and birthdays,first steps and words and laughs and school days.

When Holly was ten,and I thirty one,Jack was diagnosed with cancer.He knew about it for three months before he told me,h said he needed time,………..I wont go into details about his treatment or his pain.I’ll just tell you that Jack passed away a year later.

It has now been ten years and I have never loved again.My Jack was my soul mate,the one person in the world that understood me and loved me and I can never replace that.I hope there is such thing as heaven,because that means when I die,I’ll be with him again.It for these ten years,I’ve had to remind myself that I have his two children with me,to pieces of Jack I have loved and cared for and carried,and that need me.So I get up everyday,and breath,and give the impression that Im living,but really Im not.Because life is nothing without Jack Mason x

Why I love to write

I love to write,I have been writing since I was eight years old after I read To Kill A Mocking Bird, for the first time and I realised.That’s what I wanna do with my life.

I loved the way Harper Lee made an entire world out of a simple enough story.I loved the way you can get a thousand different interpretations from a thousand different people about what that book meant.How the characters changed,what they felt,their pasts,what makes them the people we read about.I wanted to do that.

I wrote my first book at the age of ten.Up until then I just read anything I could get my hands on.I terrorised the local bookstores for months.Going in and reading the books in the nice comfy armchairs but not actually buying anything.They actually told my dad that unless I had a parent or gardain with me I couldnt come in anymore.

The book was called Home and it was about a girl who’s father died and left her and her mum and little sister penniless.They had to move to Alabama and live with her grandparents.Basicly the story from there is just the things that happen to her,how she finds love in an unlikely place ……..blah blah blah.

The second book was a bit better,it was called Were Meant To Be.This was when I was going through my,oh god I wish I had a boyfriend and bigger boobs,phase.It was a romance about two people who,despite all the hurt and sadness and tragedies that happened,still managed to find a way to be together.

Lately I have been juggling allot of projects which I have mentioned in a previous blog,the at the moment my pride and joy is (it finally has title!) Hope.It is a fantasy sorta a mix between Eragon and Lord Of The Rings,about a girl,Alloralla Calanor,who is an entire lands Hope.I cant say much more even though I’d really like to share but it’s TS (Top Secret) at the moment.

Anyway I promise to keep you all up dated

L

40 Weeks

Hey Guys.

I usually write mystery,crime,and action.But recently I took a stab at romance and I just want some opinions.It may not be very good but what the hell I tried.So anyway have a look and please feel free to give me constructive criticism.

Thanks!

L

Eyes screwed up like a baby, Cate pushed her blonde curls from her eyes blindly, then opened them to focus down at the little white stick in her pale shaking hands. The breath in her throat was suspended as her brain read the answer she had been dreading; peripheral vision noting the hazy blur of identical white sticks littering the ground around her feet .They all carried the same blue line that shone ominously in her vision like pinstriped curses. Positive.

Cate barely held back the tears that threatened to overflow,as the tight sickening feeling of anxiousness in the pit of her stomach broke free and despair flowed freely through her,causing her body to shake with heartbreaking sobs.This was a nightmare.

She couldn’t believe it.She was having Cole McAllister baby.They hated each other.They had done since they were 16 years old….or at least he had…….

Their fathers had been best friends,inseparable since childhood and when her father,Micheal Becket passed away,James McAllister insisted Cate and her mum move in with him and his family.James was amazing,he was a second father to Cate yet still giving her space and understanding that he would never replace Micheal.And he did all that while still managing to be a father to his own offspring. Cate grew up with his children,two boys and a girl,all of them so alike him in many ways.Cole,Zach and Clarissa.

Zach the eldest,like his sister was the image of his father he had James gentle understanding of all living things and he had his father patiences.

Clarissa was his only daughter,and she held his intelligence,his love of socialising and being in a crowd,living life to its fullest and not giving a damn about self image.

And then there was Cole,he fascinated her.Tall,with sharp disguised features,a straight nose,high cheekbones and soft pillowy lips.He had long shoulder length chocolate brown hair,that for some reason,no matter how much he tried to tame it,was always messy.He had his mothers exotic french looks and her temperament,he had his fathers head for business not that it interested him much.But in personality he was unlike either of his parents.

It was with the Mc Allister Cate truly found home.If she had a particularly trying day at school Crystal was always their,waiting for her in the kitchen,casually chatting to cook about the evening meal.She would ask Mrs.Wade to cut Cate a slice of her delicious chocolate cake and she herself would mix her a hot cup of tea.Then she would sit her down and ask her all about it.

Clarissa acted in ever the big sister manner when Cate hit puberty,giving her clothes and make up,advice on boys and how to talk to them.

Zach was her big brother always protecting her,shielding her from hurt and making sure if anyone did slip under his barrier and hurt her,they paid for it.

Cole.He was so mysterious and different.Sometimes he would ignore her and other times they would talk and talk for hours on end and she would pour her heart and soul out to him and he would understand.

When she was sixteen,they were walking home from school together.Cole was two years older than her and he would finish in two months.
It was a long walk and Cragnoch Manor was in the heart of the country side.It was a constant blur of green.Tall deciduous trees towered over everything,bushy hedges and remnants of broken stone walls littered the rural surroundings.And the sound of streams and rivers flowing was easily heard if you listened.

It was a bitter Scottish winter and Cole took of his wooly black scarf and wrapped it around her.

“Thanks,”she chattered,tucking her head into his chest,trying to block out some of the cold.

She felt his chest rumble with his deep laughter and she mock pouted.
“What do think your laughing at Mr.McAllister?”she asked him,arching her eyebrow.

He smiled and ran a hand threw her blonde curls,speckled with snow.

“You look like a snow princess Catey,”he said smiling at her and drawing her closer to him.

He glanced upward and shook his head
“I wouldn’t say we will have school tomorrow Cate,……it looks like we will have trouble getting out of the house,never mind getting to school.Lets wait until it eases off a bit before continuing,your turning blue,”he added looking at her concerned.

He led her into a small wooden shack which the games keeper used to live in years ago.He planted her firmly in the armchair and wrapped her up in blankets and his gloves.
“Now stay their and wait,I’ll be two minutes,I’m just going to get some wood and light the fire,”

That was fifteen minutes ago and Cate was getting worried,just as she was contemplating going out to look for him,he arrived back holding a load of logs.

Within minutes their was a blazing fire in front of them and they were snuggled up together on the armchair.

He cupped her face in his hands and blew on her nose to heat her up
“Well someone thawing out,he said smirking.

Suddenly Cate found herself transfixed on his lips,and their was a tension in the air.She leaned in and rested her forehead against his.
He gazed at her then drew her closer.
“I want to kiss you Catey,…can I kiss you Catey?”he asked gazing at her with his chocolate brown eyes.

She made a giggly choking sound,”Be my guest” she muttered.

His lips captured hers and Cate felt a number of sensations.She felt a wave of serenity wash over her,a feeling of safeness and contentedness settled on her.But at the same time she felt her heart beat accelerated and she never felt more aware of herself as she did now.She felt her breasts crushed against his rock hard chest and she felt a faint stirring in the pit of her stomach.She was aware of how his hands were entwined in hers and how he was nibbling so gently on her lip

That was her first kiss with Cole;actually if she was being truthful it was her first kiss with anyone.They had shared many stolen kisses after that,at night,when they were alone in the house,at the shack.She had fallen for him hard and on the eve of her seventeenth birthday he took her trust and betrayed her more than she though possible.

The time was eleven fifteen in the evening and Cate was in her old and very well worn cotton shorts and white tank top,he said he loved her in them,that they brought out her eyes and made her look very womanly.She was waiting for him to come to her sh waited and waited but he did not come.She was slightly perturbed by this as he never missed a night with her.

When he did come,hours later she was asleep
He shook her slightly and then kissed her forehead,then he held her hands.She woke up drowsily and instantly registered all was not well

She knew by his face that something was wrong,his colour was pallid and he was gnawing on his lower lip at an alarming rate.And yet she waited for him to tell her,not pushing him.

“Cate,…..I don’t know how to say this darling,…..I don’t want to hurt you Catey………..I don’t think we should do this anymore.”he said ,”I’m….falling for a girl at university.”he gazed at her intently waiting for her response.

Cate grew numb and withdrew from him,”Oh,…you are?
I-”tears threatened”I didn’t know you were seeing anyone,..I-have you slept with her,?”she asked,knowing it was silly of her to ask because if he gave the wrong answer her heart would shatter.

He hung his head and no more words were needed.

“Well then,..there is nothing I can do to change your mind Cole?,”she asked looking up at him with sorrow filled eyes.He shook his head and looked away from her.
“You can go to her now Cole,”she said,her voice wobbling,”I hope she makes you very happy darling,you deserve happiness,and you wont have to hide her” she said,..holding his hand.”You wont have to be ashamed anymore about us,you wont need to confined in me anymore,you have her,she’ll be yours and I-I,……………..wont be”

She kissed him one last time.His lips felt soft and warm against hers and parted for her easily.A horrible sense of loss shot through her as he held her.She knew this was the last time,Cole was notorious for making his mind up and sticking to it.He always had the most persevernce.Tears spilled down her cheeks staining his and a small sob wracked her petite frame.Then he detatched her from his shirt and left.

Cate put the hurt behind her,hard to do seeing as their was a gaping hole now occupying the place were her heart had been.But she had watched her mother slip into a deep dark depression when her father passed and she was determined not to let that happen to her and she was determined not the let herself go the same way.

Cate moved on with her life,…and she only ever saw Cole at family occasions and christmas,were he avoided any contact and conversion and when he had to talk to her it or unattached voice,not Cole.

She moved to San Francisco when she completed her arts degree.She bought a beautiful studio on Keats St and she had a little client base.She had her own business and her own apartment her own life!
Hers and nobody else,nobody there to hurt her or make her feel small and unwanted.And then the apartment directly across from hers went up for sale.Nothing unusual right?

But when Cate went out to sit on her balcony for a drink one summer evening and found Cole barbecuing on the balcony opposite she got the shock of her life.And now fast forward a few months and here she was,…

Pregnant,………………..

James and Crystal were opening a new hotel in Paris,the biggest of the McAllister chain or so Zach had said last time they had spoken,and Cate was lying on her sun lounger basking in pure relaxation at twilight time.

Cole came out onto the balcony and Cate sat up immediately,not because he was there,but because something was wrong.He gripped the black wrought iron railing,so hard that his knuckles turned white and he stared right at her with those penetrating eyes.He was as white as a ghost and his face was tear stained.And he called her.Not a shout,not a whisper,her name,Cate,in his quiet beautiful gravely voice.

She stood up instantly panicking,was it her mother?
Did James call him and ask him to break the news,…?

She began to tremble,”I’ll come right over Cole,”she grabbed her coat, a silky blue affair with a frill on the sleeve,
and flew down the stairs,ignoring the elevator in favour of the quick option,almost bashing into Maria Fox,her elderly neighbour.

“Cate dear,where are you heading dressed like that,?”she asked.

Cate paused for a second and looked down at her clothes.A silk pair of grey shorts and a grey singlet top.She shrugged.He’d seen her in less when they were kids.

“Out Mrs.Fox,don’t worry if you hear someone in later its just me”,she said hastily making her way out the door.

She ran across the street breathing hard from anticapation and Cole buzzed her in.As she stood out
side his apartment she prepared herself for the worst.Her mother had never really gotten out of the depression after her dad had died and had tried to kill herself twice before,maybe this time she had succeeded.

The door opened and there he was,the nearest she had been to him in ten years,and despite the situation her heart fluttered at the sight of him,the clean manly smell of him,the big kind green eyes that at this moment in time radiated concern,pity and grief.

Cate began to shake and her eyes swelled with tears,”She’s dead isn’t
she,?” she asked him,looking up into to those eyes she fell for when she was sixteen years old.

He nodded his own eyes clouded with tears,”Catey I’m so sorry,”he answered and enveloped her in his arms.At some point they moved inside,she couldn’t remember when,she was in this cocoon of numbness.All she acknowledged was his arms and his warmth.Breathing in his clean soapy sent,she felt as if she was back at Cragnoch Manor in Scotland.

“I-,I didn’t go see her at christmas,..I made excuses not to go home,.I never-I wasn’t there for her when she needed me Cole,”she sobbed into his chest.

He made gentle soothing noises and rubbed her back,a very intimate gesture and it soon became much more intimate.She raised her eyes to meet his and focused in on those pillowy lips.All she knew was that she had to kiss him,her hands itched to touch him and hold him.She leaned in and pressed her lips too his throat and he let out a muffled moan and tipped his head back.

His hands were everywhere and he slowly lifted her singlet over her head to reveal her bare breasts.Cate’s imageination was working overboard and lots of erotic fantasies flew through her mind.He leaned down and captured a rosy nipple in his mouth and she groaned and entwined her fingers in his long hair.She was not a virgin,but he was making her feel things she had never felt for anyman and he was hardly touching her!.He did the same to the other nipple and then kissed his way down to the waist band of her shorts,slowly he peeled them of two and grinned wickedly at her.

He gave a brieif moan of staisfaction as he realised how wet and needy she was was for him.

“Your beautiful”he whispered to her teasing her with his tongue.

She let out a long ragged moan,desperate for him to explore her deeper parts.

Then his head disappeared between her legs and she lost all rational thought.She was burning all over with desire,and she felt as if she had been deprived of sex for years and now he was breaking free.The last thing she remembered him saying before he entered her was something about always needing this,..but she was to far gone at that point for it to register.

In one quick thrust he was inside her and she was on another plain,extascy was all she felt and she felt lots of it.
He teased her with long agonizingly slow strokes then withdrawing and teasing her with his mouth.He repeated this action until she cried out for him to take her fully.

Finally he entered her one last time and rocked back and forth going deeper and deeper until she climaxed powerfully and he exploded inside her,his hot juices running down her thigh.They were one.Joined by their most sesitive spots,the most vunerable parts of them entwined.

He fell asleep that night on her stomach and she held him close while she grieved for her mother.It took her hours to sleep,thoughts jumbling through her confused head.When she did fall asleep morning came to early.Cole was up and already dressed,his eyes distant and guarded.

“Cate,I’ve booked you a flight to Scotland and Zach will meet you at the airport,I’ll be over for the funeral,”he said handing her clothes and a jacket of his.

Catw didnt know what to think.Last night he held her and taken her with so such urgency and now he was rejecting her like a regreted one night stand,who wasnt worth anything to him.

She gatherd her clothes and got dressed quicklily avoiding eye contact with him and mumbling her pathetic thanks for previous evening.

And that was it.She went home and buried her mother and he was at the funeral,avoiding her at all costs.They were back to square one and she grieved for him all over again because she had lost him a second time

She was pregnant,…………….
She’d have to tell him.He’d hated her,he wouldn’t want to raise a baby with her.A baby.Her baby.Their baby.

She raised her hand a touched the small mound on her tummy. How would he feel to know she was carrying his child?
Would he resent her for taking away the special title that he was reserving for the woman he would take as his wife?
She wasn’t sure why he made love to her then rejected her,maybe ,…he was overwhelmed by losing his godmother as she was by losing her mum.

In any case he had made it clear that it was a mistake.

She rubbed her stomach.A costly one.

She sat up and wandered over to her balcony and saw him through his window reading something.Concentrating hard on it.
She realised with ache how much she loved him and how much he didn’t want her.She wished she understood why he couldnt love her.She couldnt understand why he would need to fake such emotion.Why need would do that to her.He wasnt a cruel person she knew that.

She’d have to tell him,..now,..was her only choice as he was out so much during the week it was very hard to catch him at home

Her hands trembled furiously as she picked up the phone and dialed his number.She had to redial three times before she got it right.Then hungs up twice,on the last run she actually spoke to him.

When he picked up he was laughing at something and Cates heart gave a little lurch when she heard it.

“Hello,Cole Mc Allister here,”his sandy voice floated through her ear.

“Hello Cole,it’s Cate,…”she repleyed her voice wobbling slightly.

Instantly his voice lost it’s pleasant tone,it grew cold and distant,guarded even.

“Oh,..Cate..can I help you,?”

“I need to talk to you Cole,it’s serious,I’m coming over”,and with that she put the phone down and grabbed her coat.She was surprised at herself for being so forthright,but glad,this was serious.He was going to be a father and he had to know.She just prayed that she didn’t lose her nerve.

When he opened the door he eyes scanned her body and widened at her stomach.Then his eyes reached hers and all he needed to know was answered.

He ran a hand through his hair and his eyes looked haunted
“It’s mine isn’t it Cate,isn’t it?,”he said plonking himself down on the couch.

Cate stood in the door unsure if he wanted her in his apartment and nodded.

“Your going to be a daddy Cole”.

Magique Etre

Hey guys!

I just thought I’d give you a little sneak preview of part of my New Book; the Magique Etre.It’s basically about this girl,her name is Savanne,and she comes from an impoverished background in Paris.Her mother abandoned her and her uncle forced her into prostitution.One night coming home from “work”,she meets Lena,who persuades her to join her and three other girls in the world of Magique Etre……………

The Magique Etre is an ancient circle of witchs.They each hold a special power, unique to themselves. There special power is like a reflection on there personality. If you are a high spirited, confide dent and have a fiery personality you will have a certain hold over the element of fire. If you are a sly devious person, you can manipulate your surroundings, people’s emotions and such. They also have all the normal abilities of other witches.

The Magique Etre serves the Dark high witch Lena. Lena is their creator; she harnesses the evil within their spirits and brings it to the surface in the form of their magical powers.

Lena was a little girl in 1855 London. Her mother was murdered by her father, who was then abandoned her in the streets of poverty stricken London at only 12 years old. She was taken in my old woman who taught her the dark arts. Though the woman loved Lena, Lena hated her and when her training was completed, she murdered her cruelly.

Lena travelled to Paris in 1865and meet Madam Bussane.She was also a powerful witch. Together they started the Magique Etre, where they, every 100 years, searched for four girls the could train, teach the ways of the dark arts and nurture into the most evil beings. They were always beautiful girls, so that they could lure men away from there families, and into becoming there guardians of the night.

Now they operate in secret though they are no less dangerous. When around a Magique Etre you most always be on your guard. There trickery knows no bounds.They will use whatever means necessary to get  what they desire.

His kiss

His hand grazes my cheek,and I get tingles down my spine with the excitement his touch brings

The whispered promises in my ear,filled with hope of a life,a family,forever with me.

The fun,the company the never ending laughs.Surely we are made for each other,two halves of the same piece.

The magic we have together,the things that cannot be explained,only felt.

His lips against mine,so perfect,like they were made for this very purpose.

His kiss. Perfect

Twilight

Name; Twlight

Author; Stephaine Meyer

Publishers; Meagn Tingley

Genre(s) Young adult, Fantasy, Romance

Plots; Bella Swann moves from sunny Phoenix, Arizona to rainy Forks, Washington to live with her father, Charlie, while Bella’s mother, Renée, travels with her new husband, Phil Dwyer, who is a minor league baseball player. Even though Bella never had many friends in Phoenix, she attracts much curiosity at her new school in Forks and is quickly befriended by several students.

When Bella sits next to Edward Cullen in Biology class on her first day of school, Edward seems utterly repulsed, even attempting to change his schedule to avoid her. Although Bella feels Edward must hate her, his actions soon indicate otherwise. He displays supernatural abilities while saving Bella from being killed by an out-of-control van. Bella confronts him afterwards about the strangeness of the situation, but he refuses to discuss it.

After tricking a family friend, Jacob Black of the Quileute (pronounced Quil-yoot) tribe, into telling her the local tribal legends, Bella concludes that Edward and his family are vampires.

Review; Twilight was a fantastic twist between romance and fantasy,with a slight bit of thriller.It is a constant page turner,once picked up it cant be put down.The plot moves slowly for the first couple of chapters but gathers momentum and ends with a thrilling bang.

Rating out of 5; Five!

Memories

Death is inevitable,it is a solid fact,the one thing that we are always sure about from birth.Yet it is something that we spend most of our life fearing,trying to escape,avoid,delay,as long as we possibly can.Yet death isn’t always something fear.Death is a new chapter,a new place,the next step.

Recently I lost a person that was such a big figure in my life.There wasn’t a day that passed where I didn’t mention their name,ask how they were,or think about them in some way.So now that they are gone,do we simply forget,or do we relish in the memories?.

How hard it is to stop doing that.To not say,”I wonder how x is today,?”.Or to stop thinking.”X would like this,”

Why does it take so long until we are able to look back on the times that they were prominent in our life.Where they were in their prime and happiest.Why does it hurt us to think of them.

Many of us say “I don’t want to forget them,”,but by denying ourselves the memories of them,maybe even the simple reminder of what there voice sounded like,that is what we are doing,forgetting.

So don’t lock away the reminders of them,the memories,the pictures,the videos the cards they sent you,there clothes.Revel in them.They are your loved ones.Speak there names like you always did and laugh at the silly things they did or said.Remember everything,even the not so good times and if you do that,the person you have lost isn’t really dead,just not there.

L

The Death Penalty

Recently the subject of the death penalty came up in my class.We had a leghthly discussion on it and I for one am totally and utterly against it.Capital punishment, also known as the death penalty, is the execution of a person by the state as punishment for a crime.What right has one person,or group of people,to take anothers life?.There are so many cons for this method of punishing.You could kill the wrong person for instance.One case of this was Anthony Porter who was on death row for sixteen years.Anthony was jailed for the murder of two teenagers in Chicago.Porter’s IQ was tested and found to be 51.An appeal was filed on the grounds that Porter was incapable of understanding his punishment. Forty-eight hours before he was scheduled to be executed, another stay was granted.It was found that another man Alstroy Simon was guilty of the murder and he was sentenced to 37 years imprisonment.Imagine if Porter had been executed.What would that have done to his family.He would have died and they would have thought he was a killer,a murderer.

There is also the argument that some of the methods used are inhumane.There have been a number of cases that have come to light recently proving that some of the chemicals used in the leathal injection can paralyse you,but you feel every organ shutting down.

Some popular forms of death penalty in the past are :Burning,Hanging,Stoning,Boiling to death,decapitation,crushing,drowning,guillotine,gassing,impalment,leathal injection and the supposed “humane” form of capital punishment,Nitrogen asphyxiation.

Killing someone is wrong,no matter what bull you spout to try ease your conscience.I would like to end with a qoute from Ganhdi.

“If everyone was to take an eye for an eye the whole world would end up blind”-Ganhdi

Alone

Alone

I heard footsteps on the stairs,pounding up them,making the ancient floorboards creak.

I heard doors slamming.I imagined the splinters scattering everywhere.

I heard screams and pleas.My mothers voice,and my sister

I heard harsh laughter.

I heard a shot.Echoing through the house.

And then I was alone.

Twilight

Hello x

Recently I have been hearing allot of hype about my favourite book,Twilight by Stephanie Meyer,and for those of you who don’t know about it,or haven’t read it,(you must read it people!)it’s about Isabella Swann,a seventeen year old girl who moves to Forks to be with her dad,Charlie aka Police Chief Swann.At Forks High School she meets Edward Cullen,a devastatingly handsome young man,who has a secret.That secret is he is a vampire.

I wont say anything more for fear of giving the book away,but any who,the movie is coming out later this year.I must say I behalf of all twilight fans I am in contact with we are really looking forward to seeing Stephanie’s work on the big screen.It’s hard to believe that the books that have given us all so much entertainment the past three years all stemmed from a dream,but I would just like to say,well done Stephaine for having an idea and going with it.Well done for having the courage to keep writing,well done for giving us all the couple of our dreams.

I think any girl who has ever read Twilight is hoping that one day they will meet an Edward Cullen of their own in Biology.So thank you Ms.Meyer.

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