Aspire to Inspire

Just an average teenage British writer trying fill a blank page. I’m a beginner, so I would love to know ways to improve my writing :)

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Aspire to Inspire

Just an average teenage British writer trying fill a blank page. I’m a beginner, so I would love to know ways to improve my writing :)

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Thieves And Kings

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3 min read

The firm grip of the guards is the only thing to stop me from letting my thoughts wonder to the thought of meat, of honey, of something other than stale bread. Ropes bind my wrists together, it’s restricting, yes, but an obstacle easily surpassed. I walk willingly, there is no point in struggle; the guards won’t even look in my direction in fear that they’ll get ‘peasant sickness’- trust me, they ...

Northeast

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3 min read

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?” -Hunger games

The battlefield was gruesome, to say the least. Bodies scattered the ground, the nauseating smell of blood, flesh and burnt hair oozing into the atmosphere, and a dark cloud hovered above everything, almost a warning of what more is to come.

Grimacing at the unpleasant squelch as I move across the corpse-littered trench, I sigh. ...

Prince Atlas

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3 min read

Flames roared and licked up at the castle, burning down all it could reach. Dozens of soldiers were positioned outside, surrounding the king and queen, who were luckily unscathed. A couple were winding between the crowds, yelling desperate calls of, ‘is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?’

I, as one of the soldiers, was in this group. I sat on a small stone, at the edge of the panicking soldiers a...

Enara

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3 min read

I don’t know what to think of this one. It’s a bit too vague for my liking, but please tell me what you think! I really appreciate any kind of feedback.

When I wake, my head is spinning. My face is slick with sweat, stubble growing on my cheeks and my throat more parched than it’s been in years. A small stinging sensation shoots through my wrists. Instinctively, I attempt to pull them up,...

Mr. Jokela And Mr. Toma

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2 min read

“Don’t rush me, I’m being as careful as I can.” Halsten Jokela muttered, his fingers deftly working at the lock the cell, occasionally letting out small grunts of frustration.

Innes Toma fidgeted on the spot, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, “There could be an officer coming…” he warned restlessly.

Halsten was a big man, short hair, smooth, dark skin and a strange ...

The Duke And The Jester

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3 min read

-I’m not very sure about this one. I did a little challenge with Quill To Page where we gave each other characters and I struggled, to be fair. I think it’s a bit far-fetched, but I enjoyed writing it. Some feedback would be much appreciated, thank you!-

Duke Rook strode down the village streets, bowing his head to occasional passers-by. It was rather peaceful; the sky was a beautiful azure...

He Watches From Afar

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3 min read

Fletch stood on the rooftop, the rest of his crew crowded around him. Two snipers were perched either side of him and three fighters were positioned behind him. About a mile away, the recognisable shape of the prime minister could be seen. His red cloak was apparent between the heathers of the moor.

This was a simple job, a mere assassination. Fletch had plenty of people with him and the prize wou...

Action

Why Not Make The Path To Death Fun?

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3 min read

Rynn crossed her legs, her chin propped on her palm and her eyes drooping with boredom.

The bar was empty, not even a bartender stood behind the counter. Well, it was fair enough, considering the fact that she broke in to get free drinks. Thankfully she wasn’t one to get easily drunk. She was sat at a high table, a glass of mead in front of her, as well as a glass of red wine placed delicately in...

Little Snippet Of A Work In Progress

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1 min read

They sat on the boat, eyes fixed on the light ahead, the boat swaying in time with the lapping waves. The mist clouded everywhere apart from the lighthouse that served as a small beacon of hope, a waterfall of light spotlighting the ship.

Valen and Ebony sat beside each other, Valen’s eyes wide with excitement and Ebony’s narrowed with suspicion.

“Another lighthouse. How very convenient.” She mutt...

What Has Hands But Cant Clap?

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2 min read

-another inspired by Sherlock, cause I’m obsessed :)-

Ebbon swallowed grimly, staring down at the corpse. He scanned the body, his face twisting in disgust. One of its hands were in a chest, limply holding what looks like a button. A signal, presumably. Ash stood at the side, a nauseous feeling in his stomach. He always tagged along, hoping to be some sort of help. But, he always forgot how gor...

Mystery

Crime