Creating a pure angel.

And there it was; the source of the noise.  A young woman sat in the street crying and she appeared to be bleeding. Brilliant, just brilliant. I am not hemophobic; I just prefer a bloodless situation.  More blood means more complications, more eyes watching and more people judging. 

Now as a muscular  young man I can’t just storm up to this lady and save her, that could possibly frighten her. I needed to keep my composure, ignore the blood and get the crying young lady out of my streets before the police show up. Simple. 

“Hello,” I whispered to test the water. She just whimpered and went back to her sobbing. I wasn’t ever good with crying women; I didn’t even think to bring a tissue or some chocolate to bate her. “Do you need help?” I asked as I stepped towards her.

“NO,” she shouted. Wow. I don’t think there was any need for that. I was just trying to help her, I knew she needed my kind of help, a help I hoped she would eventually be thankful for.

“Surely if you didn’t need help you wouldn’t be sat, in the street, covered in blood, sobbing uncontrollably,” I said as I stepped even closer

“You don’t look like someone who has this all under control,” I continued as she stopped sobbing. 

She thought for a moment then look at me. I looked away. I didn’t sleep much and I didn’t need her tear filled eyes haunting my dreams when I eventually did. “How can you help me?” She asked, standing up and brushing herself off. She was actually a very attractive young woman, well under the blood and ruined make-up. She wore a blue dress that was clinging to her figure however it was ripped at the bottom. 

“What happened?” I questioned as I stood beside her. She shook her head and pulled her sleeve down. The bite make on her arm was all too clear for me, the bright red circle with bleeding puncture marks mean this encounter would only end on way.

“You know what happened, it’s why you found me, I can see it in your bright red eyes,” she snapped. Truth was, I did know why I was here and I knew what had happened to her. It didn’t make me feel any less guilt coming to save her then sitting at home and leaving her to deal with her thirst on her own but I needed to save her, save her from herself.

With that I sucked in all the emotions I was feeling and drove a wooden stake right threw her heart. Blood came rushing out of her body as I looked away. I wasn’t going to let her be a monster; I knew she could go to heaven now. She had a pure soul; she could claim beautiful white wings and have a clear conscious. Nobody would die at the hands of this beautiful lady. Nobody would die tonight.

Dull Humans (return post)

Shape shifting is the easy part of being a Shifter. It’s simple really, I just let the wolf take over and away I go.

I go running and jumping around the woods and what I like most of all. Smelling. Yes that might sound strange but humans’ sense of smell is pitiful. As a wolf, I can smell the exact moment flowers open in the spring and the slightest change in humidity. Do you love that smell just before it is about to rain? I do and in my wolf form it smells even better, more intense but light at the same time. Smells graze the inside of my nostrils and send fireworks to my brain. Beautiful bright sparks of light running through my nerves and allowing my eyes to see smells as dazzling rays of color, colors that smell different, colors that feel different. The rays of color dance around trees and skip over streams, glowing and showing me to the source of their beautiful scent. This time a radiant blue torrent flows towards an enchanting purple tulip. It smells like sunshine and freshness.

Shifting back into a human is the hard part of being a Shifter.

Stumbling about on two legs and feeling the breeze but not smelling it. Everyone is just waveless as a human. Nothing darts or dances, everything just moves slowly. Wearing clothes because human skin isn’t warm enough and getting food out of a bag because hunting is what cave men did.

Human life is dull.

(http://figment.com/books/615482-Dull-Humans)

Moving forward.

At the moment I can’t blog and I can’t write because my life is a little upside down. I need to sort out my life because it’s going in the wrong direction, really wrong. I have been pretending like it doesn’t matter for a long time now, going with the flow, doing what I needed to do but now I feel like it is time to sort it out. turning my life the right way around again is my priority. 

Goodbye for now. 

Hollie

I have been pretty busy lately and my beautiful niece Hollie is part of that. She is four weeks old today.

Jake.

This is a little cut from my Book “A Drug Called Honour” I wrote it a while ago and just decided to post it now.

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I had lost my best friend.

And although sadness filled my body it was rage that lit my face. It was anger that told me to continue and it was pain that taught me this was living. This was the awakening of my mind, I was going to find Blake and except my future, except that for me home was no more. Home is where the heart is and my heart was being berried next to my hero, my shining light, my big brother.

Concentration.

I am terrible. It has come to my attention that in the last year I have written 222,077 words. This means I should have at least two novels right? WRONG. 

I swear my brain moves too fast to be a writer because I can’t finish anything. Well I can and I try, I just get a new idea that has to be written down. I write that down then I get another Idea. It’s tragic. 

Going around Europe was amazing but I have thrown myself out of my own writing circle, getting back into anything I wrote before I went has been a nightmare. I guess it will all come back to me. Eventually. 

The women who fell from the sky.

Addie looked up into the blazing sun.

Where is she?

She stayed crouched on the ground but took in her surroundings. This was not a place she knew or a place she had ever seen before, even in a photo or painting. It was a beautiful place, covered in greenery and glistening as the sun rays beamed through the morning due. It seemed peaceful, nothing but the sounds of the birds and the breeze were echoing in Addie’s ears.  She stroked her hand along the green grass and felt the droplets of the rain that had come the night before.  Addie could only smell fresh air; nothing else was blocking her airways.

“Don’t worry, it gets a little better than this,” A voice came from behind her, it was a women and she sounded the same age as Addie, around 20.

“I often think that these meetings are awkward, I try to greet the people who fall from the sky with a smile but often I don’t know what to say, which is strange because I always know what to say,” The women came into Addie’s view, she was tall and striking, she didn’t look too friendly and gazed upon Addie with a confused expression.

“One, you’re a girl, two, the Realm is in peace, so this means shits about to hit the fan,” the women continued. Addie just observed her; she seemed puzzled but still somehow confident. “I am Barbot, my sister was the one who guided me here, she is not usually wrong but I have been waiting for you for forty-eight quarters,” Barbot smiled at Addie as she help her up “You are different from the Men that usually fall from the sky to help us but I guess you are who the gods sent us,”

“I am Addie and I am sorry you’re disappointed,” Addie spoke but she still wasn’t too sure what was going on.

“Trust me, you were exactly what I needed, one more bull headed male and I was about to end my life, one kid brought an iPad with him, everyone knows we have no clue what internet is!” Barbot exclaimed. Addie giggled; it was comforting that Barbot was a chatter box. “I guess you are probably wondering what I am talking about, right?” Barbot asked and Addie nodded.

“For as long as it is written in stone, people have been falling out of the sky to save our realm, we have lived in peace for a long time but my sister, the stone writer, foretold your arrival and for the last forty-eight quarters, when all three moons are full, I have waited for you,” Barbot took a large breath. She thought for a moment and tears filled her eyes but the reality of her mission loomed inside her, she sucked in her feelings and continuing her story.

“My sister was killed in the last time of unrest but since she  laid down her life peace has filled the realm, we have not needed a person who falls from the sky, it always worried me when you would turn up but now I see you, I can understand your importance,”

“What do you mean, now you have seen me?” Addie asked as Barbot who had started too walked through the field Addie woke up in.

“When huge, strong men drop from the sky, it is clear that war is coming and they will save us however a woman is something completely different, your duty could be endless,” Barbot explained. Addie sighed and Barbot smiled “I have been doing this for over a thousand quarters now, you actually haven’t taken this news too bad,” Addie gazed at Barbot with a shocked expression, Barbot didn’t look any older than she did, let alone over two hundred and fifty years old.