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An aspiring author who would one day want to write something that isn’t just good, something that is good enough.

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Quill To Page

An aspiring author who would one day want to write something that isn’t just good, something that is good enough.

Writings

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Wasted Words

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2 min read

Darkness began to envelope the city as Elira navigated the labarinth of thin, crime-ridden alleys which made up most of the city. She held a gold-plated dagger, one stolen from a richman’s collection. Luckily, the guards didn’t know the city as well as she did; they lost her on the first turn. Soon, she came into a clearing, still empty and secluded, but their was more space to get her breath back...

Another Damsel In Distress

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2 min read

**_(Not my best work, it’s kinda more of a stubborn argument than anything. Please give feedback.) _**

Rook tried to smile when the woman entered the dimly lit tavern.

Yes, she was beautiful. No, there was no sign of evil in those sea-blue eyes. She just looked as if it were his job to solve her problems, which most people think.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” Rook tried to twist his...

A Slip Of The Blade

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2 min read

I’m not one to stand out.

When in a crowd, I try blend in as much as possible, be as furtive as possible. And it always goes as I intended it to. I’ll leave the standing out to others, others who insist on expressing themselves with bright, gaudy colours and excessive amounts of jewellery when in busy places, just to have a pair of curious eyes land on them.

Sadly, my reverie ended when I saw ...

Action

Crime

Plan, Pick, Fail

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2 min read

“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.” I hissed, my fingers twisted in a complicated position as I fiddled with the lock pick.

The hairpin I used, wasn’t the most efficient for this purpose, especially when attempting to break out from a high-security castle prison. Luckily the meant to be skilled guards were drunk on that day, after celebrating the capture of the most wanted thief in t...

Action

Murder Before The Ball (Part 3)

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2 min read

I awoke slowly. Eyes fluttering, mind spinning.

The first thing I noticed were the wires locking my hands behind the back of the chair I was sat on. Blood had trickle down from my temple, now dry and cracking. I wasn’t in the ballroom anymore, that was for certain.

Walls: concrete. Light: scarce.

“Finally awake! How delightful. At first I thought you were dead.” The farmiliar voice echoed fr...

Action

Crime

Murder Before The Ball (Part 2)

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2 min read

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I searched for the source of the voice.

Deep. Male.

I turned when footsteps resonated from behind me. Dressed in a suit, although cloaked to hide his face. To threaten a member of authority in something as constricting as a suit would require a tremendous amount of courage.

Experienced.

I grit my teeth, my pockets were empty, my knife in his ha...

Action

Crime

Murder Before The Ball (Part 1)

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1 min read

Red.

Blood painted the marble floor in large pools.

Glass.

The chandelier had fallen and shattered.

I surveyed my surroundings. A man, not of great importance most likely, judging by his clothes, killed in the centre of the ballroom, covered in tiny shards of glass.

Young. Unsuspecting.

His eyes were open in a frozen frame of shock and pain. The food set out on long dining tables was stil...

Thriller

Mystery

Life Is Like A Sharp Stick

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1 min read

Life is like a sharp stick, not all too powerful, unless honed and used properly.

Your life could just be a toy for a child walking within the woods or a plaything for a dog, holding the very strings of your being within its maw.

Or, it could be a weapon, a last resort of defence or a makeshift spear made by the chief of a clan.

If used correctly, it could make a great different, striking do...

No Room For Failure

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1 min read

_Chance Lane,_

_I know who you are. _

_You can’t hide forever. _

_We have killed the chef on ‘La Disfrazada’, a large yacht carrying over a two hundred passengers departing from the docks of New York by dawn. We want you to sneak onto the boat, and try stop us. It’s going to be fun!_

_Oh, and one more thing…_

_If you don’t, they all die._

Chance regarded the letter in his han...

Crime

Action

Bedtime Stories

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1 min read

At night my mother would read me a story,

Tales about nights, kings all seeking for glory.

I sat down, half asleep, my eyes sore,

I listened intently, legs-crossed on the floor.

Some of the stories were terribly tragic,

Others included wizards and magic.

Magic, my favourite thing,

Oh, wat fun magic would bring.

If we were all wizards no one would cry,

We’d laugh in glee as we fly through the ...

Poetry