Sand Timer- Part 8 (Zoe)

My eyes rolled, my vision dazed.
"Mumma."
The air bag hit me sharply in the face.
"Mumma."
Alarms screamed at me.
"Yes my darling Zoe."
Warmth trickled from my head.
"Look what I've found!"
I felt stinging in the back of eyes.
"Oh, it's beautiful darling."
There was no feeling in my arms or legs.
"Wherever did you find it my love?"
Then, there was only blackness.
"I found it over there," the young girl held a violet flower to her mother while pointing across the sunny meadow.
"Well lets go see if we can find some more, shall we," her mother beamed, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking the young girl's hand in her long delicate fingers.
Her chin-length caramel coloured hair was in ringlets and bounced gracefully against her neck, she wore a white summer dress and had a straw summer ridged hat on with a piece of fabric tied around the base. She laughed a beautiful laugh that rang out melodically as she skipped along with her daughter to where a whole bunch of identical violet flowers grew.
"Oh, they're all so gorgeous Zoe," she smiled, kissing the girl's forehead lovingly.
"I know," she grinned.

Lost in the Forest- Part 7

As he looked around, he realised where he was standing, as he had been here once before to secretly deliver a fur coat that had been made from a snow leopard.  He was stood in the foyer of Buckingham Palace.

His mouth was wide and gaping but he didn't bother to close it, certain that most people walked in and did that anyway. The two men from the helicopter were no where to be seen; he was alone. Before him was a huge mahogany staircase with velvet stairs and a golden railing; on the walls were ancient oil paintings and portraits in intricate frames, alongside the plaques of slain animal heads- which, after spending so much time in the company of nature, made him feel nauseous; the carpet was patterned with gaudy diamonds in cream and blue colours; the doors were large and matched the wood of the stairs; there were two rooms either side of him, one was separated by a closed door and the other was through an arch. As he studied the adjoining room more closely, he could see a glass coffee table in front of a white leather sofa, the floor was wooden and a long rug covered most of it in the centre, where the sofa was. But as he entered the room and looked at the rug more closely, he saw what it was. The snow white fur of a polar bear was lain delicately in place and the head was by his feet as it snarled at him, forever frozen by death in such a grimace. His hand flew up to his mouth as he choked in horror and disgust. Backing away, he turned to run out of the room, lit brightly by the sun coming in through the two bay windows behind the sofa. 

“Daniel Parker,” a sudden voice made him stop, cold.

Turning around, he saw a man behind him. He was dressed in a suit and his hair was neatly combed back.

“Father?” he gasped.

A Brief Peek Into 'The Fight of a Child'

I've recently started making notes and jotting things down for another book, The Fight of a Child. This is the story following a young boy living on the streets, this is the opening paragraph and I hope you like it :)

There comes a time when one must put down childish things and begin to grow up and become the man or woman they are fated to become. 

However, never did such an opportunity arise for young Benjamin Willis. See, now while Benjamin was a nine year old boy, soon to be ten, he didn't live his childhood as society would have you believe to be the norm. He was a street boy. An abandoned orphan whom had lost his father to disease and his mother to the hands of her abusive boyfriend.

When abandonment had become vulnerability, maturity had become vital. And no longer did Benjamin yearn for the warm, comfortable lives of other children his age, of whom he could only watch behind the bars of prejudice and class. But instead he found his warmth and comfort in the travel that came from living on the street. He consoled himself with constant reminding that he had seen and experienced more than most. And this small fact was true to some extent, but little did young Benjamin know that shortly his world as he had become accustomed to would turn upside down and he would experience more than he could ever have imagined...

Won (Korean)

A Korean word untranslatable by google, yet the
rough translation by a foreign language expert
 is beautiful 

Death in Autumn- Part 8

The media buzzed with excitement at the news of the first witness of the mystery killer.

Hans Derby was a key reporter at the Weekly Warbler- the town's soul favoured newspaper. He had been instructed to document every word from Maggie Saundler's mouth, and so he currently sat beside her hospital bed and was struggling to keep his temper low. He'd realised as soon as he'd entered that she was useless. Now he only remained with her for duty's sake, but he would much rather be far away from her. Her twisted face and open mouth made him feel sick and he felt only hatred for this little girl. Watching as she tried to talk to him in a murmured slur, all he could think about was leaving forcefully and never paying her a second thought. Why did she have to be the only one that survived the attack? Why couldn't it have been a girl who could actually talk properly? He chuckled darkly to himself as he thought of the disabled girl before him being gruesomely murdered like the others, never having to have met her and watch as she drooled from her misshapen lips. As her limbs were torn from her body and her flesh ripped from her bones. He smiled as he imagined fat little Ella Bular gag as she bled from horrific wounds; or the beautifully naive Mary Jane weep as she was beheaded; or the recently open lesbian, Eloise Smith scream as the immense jaws of the beast grasped her neck and bit down...
A dark smile twisted his lips as he thought about it, turning the images over and over in his head, fantasizing about the blood and the gore and the death. The darkness crept into his eyes and chilled them, like cracked marbles. His crazed look suddenly made the frail Maggie scream and writhe in her bed, desperate to get away from him, away from the insane way his face twitched as he glared at her.
"Mruah!" she screeched, frightfully trying to alert the attention of the hospital staff, anyone who would rid her off the man before her, his deranged look making her hair stand on end in fear.
A young woman, in a nurse's uniform with mouse-brown hair tied neatly back in a pony tail, rushed in and asked, "Is everything okay. Maggie? Are you alright?"
Unable to pronounce her words, Maggie made a strangled noise and tried to point at the news reporter with a bent, claw-like hand.
The nurse immediately scowled at the reporter and spoke professionally yet firmly as she ordered, "OK Mr Derby, if you'd kindly leave now, I'm sure you've had enough time to get everything you need."
Reluctantly, Hans stood, his face tightened in a grimace. He nodded curtly to the nurse and strided quickly out of the small hospital room, but not before he'd discreetly made note of the room number.

Sand Timer- Part 7 (Charlie)

I trudged along through the mild heat of summer. It was late, the sky was black and the street was orange under the glaring street lights. I'd shrugged on my black duffel coat before I'd left and had my hands buried deep in the pockets. I was walking back from the local grocery store after having bought a carton of milk and some cans of food, which I carried in a flimsy plastic bag wrapped around my wrist. It bounced against my leg every step I took and I was quickly getting frustrated with it as I imagined the bruises it would leave on my pale skin. With each stride, I subconsciously calculated the weight it would decrease and hated myself with each thought of every lost pound. I'd finally left the hospital, I wasn't going to risk anything that might send me back but it was just force of habit, I'd trained myself to look for every calorie and work for every loss. Shaking my head slightly, I shut the thoughts out of my mind and focussed on tonight. It was already about ten and Debbie's party was at half past. Chewing my lip, I squirmed at the idea and tried to remember why I'd agreed to it in the first place. No comfort came however and my mind remained blank, save the silent beating as it screamed at me for accepting the invitation.
Breathing out loudly, I huffed as I pulled my hand out of my pocket to press the little button on the traffic lights. Then rocked on the balls of my feet as I waited for the lights to change. I wasn't aware of much, as I frowned at the road below me and shuffled across the crossing, thinking to hard about the fear of the party tonight. But sudden horn beeps tore my interest away and I returned to reality to see a huge black car surge toward me. The lights momentarily blinded me with the full beams and then they were gone and the incredible sound of metal crashing against metal buzzed my ears and rang out in the empty night air.