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I'm working on a new story called The Rather Complicated Affairs of Frederick Nightingale, which I hope to make a series, but that depends on weather the first story goes well. It's a sort of old fashioned murder mystery, so if you're into that kind of stuff, keep visiting!

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All for now!

New Look!

Hey guys,

I thought it was time for a change in look on my blog. I am currently working on a new story and a fanfic!

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Travelling Story

Hey everyone!


My english teacher gave me a sheet about the National Young Writers Month Travelling Story. 30 writers will be selected to contribute 100 words to a travelling story working it's way around Australia. The travelling story will be published in the September issue of Voiceworks.


Entries have closed now, but you had to send in 100 words that you would add to a story starter by Chris Currie. Here's my entry:

She feels a sharp jolt of horror run down her body as the ghostly, translucent, blue figures float gracefully toward her, but as they gather around her car, they begin to jeer at her, cackling a horrible, unfriendly laughter. The voice in the boot begins to cackle, it’s voice bouncing off the walls of the car. She climbs quivering and petrified over to the boot, and feels the presence of another unearthly apparition. All grows quiet as she feels the weight of her body slump to the floor of the car, and a blue, transparent apparition emerges from her body...

Dreamers 7

I woke up with a killer headache. I was in my bedroom, very unthankful of the water bed I had chosen to replace the old, mouldy mattress a few days ago. I felt seasick, or bedsick, if I could call it that, and vomited straight onto the carpet. Vulpecula must have heard me, because she and Carina came rushing in with a mop and bucket. I noticed that there was a camp bed near me, with Corvus on it, covered in blood, and severe burns to most of his body. I went all squeamish at the sight of the moist, pink skin covered in ash as black as night.  I tried to ask them one million questions, but all that came out was a low mumble. I must have gone back to sleep because when I woke up, Corvus was gone and so was the camp bed. I heard the door slam and Olivia came rushing to my side. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Alya! I shouldn’t have let you come here! I knew it would be dangerous but I didn’t think anyone would die! Everything is hell with Fornax gone and Corvus just died, and now me and Aarek have to deal with everything!” Olivia blurted out, and she sounded genuinely sorry, but her whingey, whiney tone was really annoying me, especially with my head throbbing like someone was banging it with a saucepan every nanosecond. I went through everything she said in my head again, trying to sort out what Olivia had said so quickly, but all I could remember was the part about Fornax being dead.
“Fornax is dead?” I said barely audible.
“Yeah, Alya,” Olivia was choking back tears. “ He died blowing up the Far Limbo. We just managed to get Corvus out after he shifted back, but he couldn’t hang on.” Olivia’s tone was morbid and depressed. I guess Corvus was her friend, but I didn’t get why he was there.
“Shifted?” I questioned, curiously.
“Well... Corvus was a shapeshifter. An old one at that. I think he was about 150, going by the history books. He’d met Fornax in Paris, in a secret underground society escaping the Man In Charge’s reign. He’d gained his trust, helped build the teleporter and was helping to set up the end all this time!” She rushed her words, which were full of sorrow, and left me to ponder on the past events for a while, but I heard Aarek and her’s hushed voices just outside my door.

“Did you tell her?” I heard Aarek’s voice exclaim, rather husky.
“No, like I was going to Aarek! You don’t tell people those things! And besides, she’ll figure it out soon enough anyway!” Olivia exclaimed, failing to be less than audible.
“Yeah, but the time she’s figured out she’s dying, she’ll be dead, idiot!” Aarek was clearly annoyed now.
“Shhh! At least if we don’t tell her, she won’t have to sit around waiting for the end of her bleeding life!” Olivia finalized the argument and stomped off down the hallway.

Aarek came into my room after that and squeezed my hand. Olivia eventually came in with her head down and held the other. I think they knew I knew about their conversation outside my door. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to stay with Olivia and Carina and Vulpecula and Lucy!
“So, did we do it?” I asked, barely audible.
“Yes. When Corvus died, we figured out that the computer controlling the worlds was inside him, and he was taking advantage of it. So the computer was destroyed and end of. The computer was fried like most of his body, and we just got him out alive, not knowing who he was, of course!” Aarek explained.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on! What computer?” I questioned, taken aback by this huge idea.
“Well, Alya. It’s a long story. There are the dimensions that we know, like The Metropolis and Paris, and the limbo worlds, inbetween the dimensions. But there was another one, so many miles away it’s too much to count, and it was destroyed by a supernova. It was programmed to plant itself in any human it could find, and it found Corvus. Understand?” I tried to answer, but nothing came out. At least now I knew that Fornax’s death hadn’t been for nothing, and that the world wasn’t going to end, wheather it was Paris or The Metropolis, a bad world or a good world, full of free will or labour, shops or factories, things weren’t so bad after all.

All the other Dreamers relocated to The Metropolis, and Olivia published a series of books dedicated to Alya and Fornax, about all the happenings of Limbo, Paris and their dealings with The Metropolis, start to finish. The Dreamers regularly make sure history isn’t going to repeat itself.


Well guys, that's the end of Dreamers, but keep your eyes peeled for new stories!

Dreamers 6

Corvus wanted to destroy the world! No! Who would want to die? Even the Man-In-Charge didn’t want to die, only to exist! “Got it yet? Even the Man-In-Charge is stupid enough not to think we shouldn’t be here. Why should we? We just poison the earth, day after day. So what if we were to die? All of us? Wouldn’t the Earth be so much more healthy?” Corvus seemed so different. I knew it took a lot to work up the nerve to want to kill yourself.
“Why, Corvus? Think about how much the human race has done! A lot! We have so many ideas, and you’re just going to chuck that all away!” He’d made me angry. Who said we had to be perfect. Just as I was working out how I was going to seriously injure this man, I realised he had beat me to it. He was wielding a metal pole and swinging it my way before I had a chance to deflect it. There was a loud crack from my arm and a sharp, agonizing pain followed. He had broken my arm! Right! That was it! We were going to stop Corvus! I ran as fast as I could back to the teleporter and set the coordinates back to Limbo. The fierce flourescent light greeted me and I ran straight for Fornax’s quarters. As I got to the door, every single light in the building went red.

I banged violently on Fornax’s door until I managed to put a splinter in the wood. He finally answered and I screamed everything that had happened at him. He grew more and more alarmed as my story went on. The first thing he did was grab my arm, and I immediately let out a yelp of pain. “It’s broken, Fornax! Watch it! Your dear friend Corvus did it with a metal pole!” I cried out in agony.
“Well, he’s gonna have to pay for that.” Fornax’s alarm had turned into anger. He went around banging on everyone’s doors until they emerged yawning and asking questions, but Fornax just ordered them all to go into the teleporter and set the coordinates of Far Limbo. We all arrived there, shocked to see a huge,  green, horned reptile waiting for us. Not some secret movement wanting to destroy the world, but a gianormous monster. Typical.



There were remains of people everywhere. So that’s where all of the people who lived in Limbo before us went! It roared at us and we all discovered it didn’t have the best breath. Actually, it had the breath of a million dead bodies all in different stages of decomposition. I saw Scutum grab a bar of metal that was lying around, probably one of the corpse’s weapons, and wack one of it’s legs with gritted teeth and a kind of battle cry, as hard as he could. It immediately roared even louder than before, and kicked him to the red brick wall. Scutum hit the wall with a loud crack and fell dead. Lucy was stupid enough to try again, but his time with a sword. She managed to make no more than a surface wound on the gigantic reptile, but she was fast. She grabbed the sword and crawled underneath the creature, a look of desperation on her face. I gave her a nod indicate she did well, but before she could smile back at me, Fornax came with a crate of explosives. I thought I saw him mouth something like get out, but I was staying where I was. I wasn’t going to let him do this! He wouldn’t be able to get out fast enough after he set them off! As the others got back in the teleporter, I was keen to take this thing out. I threw a number of weapons at it, but none of them helped. I wasn’t going to let Fornax give his life. I ran around the back of the reptile, with a gianormous sword and took a swing at one of it’s legs. It let out an agonized roar cross scream type of noise, and I felt a pang of satisfaction. But it was soon to be abolished when its tail swung towards me and propelled me across the room. I made a loud grunting sound from the tail and the wall, and fell onto a pile of mouldy looking bones. I felt someone dragging me out, and all I could remember after that was a loud bang and my ears popping like balloons.

Dreamers 5

Over the next few days, I learnt how to programme, work the teleporter and the floorplan of Limbo. It was hard to believe it was just there, waiting for people to occupy it, floating in the middle of nothing.  I met some of the others, and became particularly good friends with a boy named Scutum and a girl named Lucy.

I woke up in my bedroom needing to go to the toilet. As I got up, I noticed Corvus walking briskly down the hallway. No one was up at this hour, not because of rules, but because there was basically nothing to do. I followed Corvus just in case something was going on (he had seemed suspicious to me from the start not helped by the fact Olivia was confused too) even if he just needed to go to the toilet too, but he headed in the complete opposite direction of the toilet. He was headed towards the teleporter room! I hid behind the statues in the hallway, hoping that he wouldn’t see me, but Corvus wasn’t being too alert. He softly shut the door behind him, and I tried to see as much as I could through the keyhole. By the looks of it, Corvus was in the teleporter. Before I could burst in and try to stop him, he had already transported. Only Fornax operated the transporter on his own, so this was way out of the ordinary, and to be honest, I wasn’t too fond of Corvus. I ran into the teleporter, being rash with what buttons I pressed, but managed to make the teleporter run the last program. As I was whisked up into the storm of light, I felt the urge to go back to Paris. I hadn’t felt it before, as my life wasn’t too great, but I was probably at the risk of Corvus attacking me again, especially if he saw me and I saw what he was up to. I hit what felt to be concrete ground hard. I managed to get up, feeling slightly disorientated. I was in some sort of warehouse, judging by the gray light and dirty windows. Dawn was just breaking, by the looks of it. I got up and walked through the warehouse. Everything was covered in dust, cobwebs and dirt. Luckily, I could make up slight footprints in the dirt on the floor. There was a roller door straight ahead of me, and a sound proof door to my right. I took the door, figuring that the roller door would be open if Corvus had gone through it. I walked into a room with revolting mustard coloured tiles, and matching walls. There was a sink filled with grime and broken glass all over the floor. This place was a wreck. I must have been in Paris, seeing as this was a factory. It must have been one of the abandoned ones in the centre of the city. I heard the sound proof door open and shut behind me, and spun on my heel, knowing who it would be. It was Corvus.

“You know, Alya, it really took you a long time to figure out I was up to no good. What tipped you off?” Corvus questioned with a smirk.
“Maybe you walking down the corridor to the teleporter room at three o’clock in the morning, or was it your shoes?” I remarked, proud of my sarcasm.
“Well, have you figured out who I am yet? Who else would want to go to Paris without anyone noticing? Do you really think I’m the save-the-world type of guy?” Corvus was confusing me more and more. If he didn’t want to save the world, what did he want to do? And then it hit me...