First Blog of ME!

Finally. Computer time.
Oh wait, apparently I get that waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much.
Then again, YUP! I DO =]!
'Kay, so, I just finished reading Derek Landy's new Skulduggery Pleasant book, Dark Days. Once again, like the last time, he's left me in suspense, which is NOT. FAIR. I'm trying to get my hands on the first two books because I have only the third and now the fourth.
Amazing writer, he is. Derek Landy, I mean. I hope I am as amazing as him when I actually try to write something. Well. Y'know. I try to write, but I never have a real plot for my stories so they never pan out the way I want them to. If any writers out there would give me advice on how to succeed on my goal, I would be extra greatful =] Well I know I must be doing something right, because I am a runner up in the Young Authors Of The Year Competition 2009. Oh yes, I am getting my story published in a book of short children's stories! My running up entry is at the bottom of the page =]] But still, comments on how to improve it would be great. I love comments and critism. But comments more. Hint hint hint.
Right well, nothing left to say! Oh mii god I love that song. There's nothing left to say, nowhere left to go ... !
Um, yes. I know. I'm ... odd. But people love me for it! Though some people do hate me for it. But they are sad and have no lives.
ANYWAY! Love you all. Kinda.
Chlo333333 x

Danniyelle screamed in pain as she accidently put pressure on her shot arm, even though it was hard not to when crawling under a tree branch. The same thought had run through her mind up until now; 'I need to get to the medical tent.' Long hours - made even longer by the war - had gone since their medical tent had been raided. Her thoughts changed; multiple wonderings floated through her head, such as, 'Is the war over?' 'Am I the only surviour?' 'Has Mickee died?' Dear Lord, she hoped Mickee - her boyfriend - hadn't died. She stood on her feet, happy to have escaped from the wooden prison. Her happy feelings died down as she saw the sight that lay before her.

Death was everywhere. Not one moan came from anywhere, not even the wind, which had seemingly chosen to have silence in memory for those who had so bravely fought - with no success. It was then her eyes which were skimming over the horror before her caught sight of Mickee. He was not dead; but halfway there. Danniyelle screamed inside her head and sped over to him. Somehow, she crawled under his head so it was laying on her knees. Mickee's eyes opened and he managed to cough, "I thought I would never see you again."

"Mickee," Danniyelle whispered. He put his hand softly to her cheek, and they both leaned in and kissed for the very last time. His lips formed the last words he would ever speak, "I love you." She repeated it lovingly, for once again, the last time. Then Mickee's body lay limp in her grasp, dead. Danniyelle let tears escape from her eyelids onto his own as she said softly, so softly, "Mickee." So many things she had wanted to tell him that was all too late. The thought of never being able to see him again made her heart cry so loudly it blocked out all sound.

She lifted him into a fireman's carry, ignoring the shooting pain that made her arm screech in protest. Her heart was screaming at her to do this much louder than her arm. She kicked bodies out of the way, looking for a strong tree. Finding one, she lay Mickee down underneath it's protective branches, and whispered, "This tree will be known as our tree, Mickee, from now to the end of time."

She stayed with Mickee's body for 5 more cold, dark upsetting minutes, then left, sadly knowing her heart would be screaming eternally.