Hello,
This is the third message I've left today,
But there's so much I need to say.
Hello,
Please call me when you get this,
I need to hear your voice, the voice I miss.
Hello.
Oh love!
Please pick up the phone,
I can't keep living all alone,
Without you...
Oh love!
Don't ignore the tears I cry,
Because I just can't stay away anymore,
So please,
Darling please,
Say hello.
Hello,
Here's another message you need to hear,
How I need you with me, so near.
Hello,
Tell me when you're coming home,
I'm waiting for you as, away, you roam.
Hello.
Oh love!
Please pick up the phone,
I can't keep living all alone,
Without you..
"It's raining Sarah!" Lydia cried desperately.
The dark haired girl turned to the youngest of her sisters "I can see that!" For a child genius, Lydia had a way of pointing out the obvious.
"We have to rest!" Cassy shouted over the crash of the thunder "We can't keep on going like this!"
Georgie shook her head "We have to keep on going!"
"Shut up!" Sarah shouted, being the oldest, she was in charge "Conserve your energy! Talking isn't getting us anywhere."
So they ploughed on until Lydia's voice broke thier almost silence once again "Sarah?"
"Shut up Lydia," Sarah grumbled.
More urgently, Lydia whined "Sarah?"
"Shut up!" Sarah shouted
I stared at him, waiting quietly, twiddling my thumbs, biting my lip and staring. His brown eyes glanced out of the window every so often, as he took a deep breath or rubbed the back of his neck. The thoughts formed in my head "Just do it."
Looking up at me, he breathed "Look I..."
"I know."
"What?"
"I know, I've seen it in your face all day," I felt the tears well up in my eyes as the pain that had been building up in my stomach peaked "You're a really bad actor."
He hadn't noticed the tears "I'm sorry, I really am."
"I know you are," my voice was cracking awkwardly as my breath hitched.
"You..." his eyes met mine and he gasped "Oh go
They called her brave in the midst of battle,
They said she was a hero,
They said that her memory would live on,
That her sacrifice would never be forgotten,
But her fiancee still stares on with blank eyes,
Her best friend clutches his girlfriend's hand too tightly,
And her brother still screams of the injustice.
They told them that she would never grow old,
They talked of a better place,
They said her spirit soars with the angels,
That she was free of the tribulations of earth,
But her protector still feels guilt for her death,
Her grandmother clutches at failings and regrets,
And her mother still cries over the coffin.
They pr
Gracewells: Coming home by raven-flighton, literature
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Gracewells: Coming home
Felicity smiled as she strolled through the main doors to the school. Delighting in the smallest things, she walked down the pannelled corridor amongst the large crowd of students. One foot in front of the other, a grin growing with each step. The light streamed through the tall windows. Eventually she reached the stairs.
A spiral staircase winding up into Nightengale tower. Her bag was feeling heavy on her shoulder but her heart was light as air as she ascended the familiar staircase with its familiar brass bannister. Right up to the familiar gilded door. Taking a deep breath, she swung it open "Hello Gracewell's!"
"Fliss!" she was swamped
Theatre Company: Part 3 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
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Theatre Company: Part 3 of 3
I stared at Callum for a few seconds, stunned by his question. The passion in his gaze faded to love and he whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear "All right, then give me this. Look me in the eye and tell me that what you have with James is anything like what you have with me."
So I looked into his eyes but the words wouldn't come. Somehow the nerves jumping in my stomach were nothing like the warm feeling I got when I looked at James. The best I could do was whimper "He's all I know."
"Maybe it's time for a change," I was suddenly lost in those blue eyes again.
Taking a step away I shook my head "No Callum, I..."
"When you're read
Theatre Company: Part 2 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
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Theatre Company: Part 2 of 3
I saw James grit his teeth "You have a what?" I opened my mouth to reply but he interupted me "I'll kill Dana."
"No James," I got up to follow him as he was all ready beginning to walk towards the door "Don't..."
Spinning back round to me he shouted "Why? Why does that bitch of a writer insist on putting you with Callum? Why can't it ever be me?" I was inches away from him, staring into those glorius eyes.
"Because," Julia stepped in to try and help me "On screen you're her brother. If there's one thing our show doesn't encourage it's incest."
Ignoring her failed attempt to difuse the situation I put my hands on his chest "I trust Dana, s
Theatre Company: Part 1 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
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Theatre Company: Part 1 of 3
"But what does it matter Simon?" I spun round to face him, caught in the moment "Don't you get it? You're all about the stage. I couldn't just stand there at the side of your spotlight!"
He banged his fist on the table "And this is all I'm to expect! For god sake I thought we had something worth more than that."
"It is..." I trailed off, deliberately pausing "It was worth... I just need a bit of time."
"And cut!" the director's voice sounded from behind the camera "Great rehersal guys, break and then we'll run it through again with the musical number following it."
Callum nodded "Thanks Freddy. That was great Marrilyn, really great."
I s
No need to say goodbye by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
No need to say goodbye
Jezabel, Maria, Rebecca, Zoe, Allistair and Joeseph. They called us unseperable. It's almost ironic now and it would be if it didn't hurt so much.
Of course to each other we were never Jezabel, Maria, Rebecca, Zoe, Allistair and Joeseph we were, Jez, Mia, Becks, Z, Al and Joe. Best of friends. The smartest, most creative, wierdest bunch around. I was Becks.
"Did you hear?" asked Z, walking backwards to chat to Jez and Me.
As she played with her silver ring, Jez shrugged "Hear what?"
Mia came up behind us both "Hear that there's going to be a new boy in Miss Hail's form."
"And rumour is he's super hot," Z grinned.
With a chuckle, Mia no
We will all go down together by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
We will all go down together
All my life I spent with them, my friends but they were more than that, my soulmates, my family.
Jeremy with his witty comments and intelligence. Felicity with all her innocence and honesty. Kayliegh with her beauty and kindness. Daniel with his mischief and understanding of the world around him. And then there was me.
As children we played in the fields of Trisslin. War games in the daylight and stargazing at night. We dreamt of great heros who won those brilliant victories. The boys played tricks and we laughed at thier antics. So carefree, so innocent. Each day had it's own game, each story never remembered.
Fifteen years old, sat by th
Hello,
This is the third message I've left today,
But there's so much I need to say.
Hello,
Please call me when you get this,
I need to hear your voice, the voice I miss.
Hello.
Oh love!
Please pick up the phone,
I can't keep living all alone,
Without you...
Oh love!
Don't ignore the tears I cry,
Because I just can't stay away anymore,
So please,
Darling please,
Say hello.
Hello,
Here's another message you need to hear,
How I need you with me, so near.
Hello,
Tell me when you're coming home,
I'm waiting for you as, away, you roam.
Hello.
Oh love!
Please pick up the phone,
I can't keep living all alone,
Without you..
"It's raining Sarah!" Lydia cried desperately.
The dark haired girl turned to the youngest of her sisters "I can see that!" For a child genius, Lydia had a way of pointing out the obvious.
"We have to rest!" Cassy shouted over the crash of the thunder "We can't keep on going like this!"
Georgie shook her head "We have to keep on going!"
"Shut up!" Sarah shouted, being the oldest, she was in charge "Conserve your energy! Talking isn't getting us anywhere."
So they ploughed on until Lydia's voice broke thier almost silence once again "Sarah?"
"Shut up Lydia," Sarah grumbled.
More urgently, Lydia whined "Sarah?"
"Shut up!" Sarah shouted
I stared at him, waiting quietly, twiddling my thumbs, biting my lip and staring. His brown eyes glanced out of the window every so often, as he took a deep breath or rubbed the back of his neck. The thoughts formed in my head "Just do it."
Looking up at me, he breathed "Look I..."
"I know."
"What?"
"I know, I've seen it in your face all day," I felt the tears well up in my eyes as the pain that had been building up in my stomach peaked "You're a really bad actor."
He hadn't noticed the tears "I'm sorry, I really am."
"I know you are," my voice was cracking awkwardly as my breath hitched.
"You..." his eyes met mine and he gasped "Oh go
They called her brave in the midst of battle,
They said she was a hero,
They said that her memory would live on,
That her sacrifice would never be forgotten,
But her fiancee still stares on with blank eyes,
Her best friend clutches his girlfriend's hand too tightly,
And her brother still screams of the injustice.
They told them that she would never grow old,
They talked of a better place,
They said her spirit soars with the angels,
That she was free of the tribulations of earth,
But her protector still feels guilt for her death,
Her grandmother clutches at failings and regrets,
And her mother still cries over the coffin.
They pr
Gracewells: Coming home by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
Gracewells: Coming home
Felicity smiled as she strolled through the main doors to the school. Delighting in the smallest things, she walked down the pannelled corridor amongst the large crowd of students. One foot in front of the other, a grin growing with each step. The light streamed through the tall windows. Eventually she reached the stairs.
A spiral staircase winding up into Nightengale tower. Her bag was feeling heavy on her shoulder but her heart was light as air as she ascended the familiar staircase with its familiar brass bannister. Right up to the familiar gilded door. Taking a deep breath, she swung it open "Hello Gracewell's!"
"Fliss!" she was swamped
Theatre Company: Part 3 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
Theatre Company: Part 3 of 3
I stared at Callum for a few seconds, stunned by his question. The passion in his gaze faded to love and he whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear "All right, then give me this. Look me in the eye and tell me that what you have with James is anything like what you have with me."
So I looked into his eyes but the words wouldn't come. Somehow the nerves jumping in my stomach were nothing like the warm feeling I got when I looked at James. The best I could do was whimper "He's all I know."
"Maybe it's time for a change," I was suddenly lost in those blue eyes again.
Taking a step away I shook my head "No Callum, I..."
"When you're read
Theatre Company: Part 2 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
Theatre Company: Part 2 of 3
I saw James grit his teeth "You have a what?" I opened my mouth to reply but he interupted me "I'll kill Dana."
"No James," I got up to follow him as he was all ready beginning to walk towards the door "Don't..."
Spinning back round to me he shouted "Why? Why does that bitch of a writer insist on putting you with Callum? Why can't it ever be me?" I was inches away from him, staring into those glorius eyes.
"Because," Julia stepped in to try and help me "On screen you're her brother. If there's one thing our show doesn't encourage it's incest."
Ignoring her failed attempt to difuse the situation I put my hands on his chest "I trust Dana, s
Theatre Company: Part 1 of 3 by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
Theatre Company: Part 1 of 3
"But what does it matter Simon?" I spun round to face him, caught in the moment "Don't you get it? You're all about the stage. I couldn't just stand there at the side of your spotlight!"
He banged his fist on the table "And this is all I'm to expect! For god sake I thought we had something worth more than that."
"It is..." I trailed off, deliberately pausing "It was worth... I just need a bit of time."
"And cut!" the director's voice sounded from behind the camera "Great rehersal guys, break and then we'll run it through again with the musical number following it."
Callum nodded "Thanks Freddy. That was great Marrilyn, really great."
I s
No need to say goodbye by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
No need to say goodbye
Jezabel, Maria, Rebecca, Zoe, Allistair and Joeseph. They called us unseperable. It's almost ironic now and it would be if it didn't hurt so much.
Of course to each other we were never Jezabel, Maria, Rebecca, Zoe, Allistair and Joeseph we were, Jez, Mia, Becks, Z, Al and Joe. Best of friends. The smartest, most creative, wierdest bunch around. I was Becks.
"Did you hear?" asked Z, walking backwards to chat to Jez and Me.
As she played with her silver ring, Jez shrugged "Hear what?"
Mia came up behind us both "Hear that there's going to be a new boy in Miss Hail's form."
"And rumour is he's super hot," Z grinned.
With a chuckle, Mia no
We will all go down together by raven-flighton, literature
Literature
We will all go down together
All my life I spent with them, my friends but they were more than that, my soulmates, my family.
Jeremy with his witty comments and intelligence. Felicity with all her innocence and honesty. Kayliegh with her beauty and kindness. Daniel with his mischief and understanding of the world around him. And then there was me.
As children we played in the fields of Trisslin. War games in the daylight and stargazing at night. We dreamt of great heros who won those brilliant victories. The boys played tricks and we laughed at thier antics. So carefree, so innocent. Each day had it's own game, each story never remembered.
Fifteen years old, sat by th
I always have freedom by personnumber4, literature
Literature
I always have freedom
You can meet my eyes,
but I can look away.
You can call my name,
but I can ignore you.
You can scream at me,
but I can pretend you're voice is the wind,
and it'll be gone once the storm is over.
You can hit me,
but all I'll do is flinch.
You can break me,
but I can heal.
You can hide me,
but I'll always be found.
You can lock me up,
but I'll find the key.
You can chain me down,
but chains rust,
and fall away.
No matter what you do,
I can always break free,
and you can't stop me.
Breakaway
Breakaway from the world,
Leave all your troubles behind,
Step away from your bonds,
and fly to the freedom beyond.
Let cold hard death embrace you,
Let your shell be left behind,
Let the winds bear you away,
Far away to the lands beyond.
Books can free you for a second,
But sorrow holds you down,
Happiness creates more bonds,
'Till all must be burned with blood.
"So, you've been ignoring me."
Letting out a small scream Emilie whirled around to come face to face with Adam. He had one hand on either side of her head, blocking her escape. She blushed at how close his face was.
"Hello Adam." Adam shook his head.
"Hello, now enough with simple pleasantries. It's time for you to tell me why the hell you've been ignoring me." Emilie shook her head and ducked under one of his arms. Picking up the guitar case in her hand she started walking away.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Adam. I've simply been really busy with the band and Pam. We've got a homework assignment in English." Adam sighed angri
Not much to say about me because I don't really like talking about myself. So I'll tell you about the books, music and films I like and maybe that will give you a reasonable idea about me.
Favourite books/book series: Harry Potter-J.K.Rowling Vampire diaries-L.J.Smith Twilight-Stephanie Meyer Black book of secrets-F.E.Higgins The bone magician-F.E.Higgins The eye ball collecter-F.E.Higgins The chronicles of Narnia-C.S.Lewis His Dark Materials-Philip Pulman Sharpe-Bernard Cornwell
Favourite Films Star wars Lord of the rings (I don't have the patience to read the books.) Beaches Valentine's day Grease (Though it is better on stage) Secrets of Moonacre Pirates of the Caribean-Curse of the black pearl (Any of my favourite books that have been made into films)
Favourite T.V. series Hustle Castle Miranda Murdoch Mysteries Fast and Loose Outnumbered Dinnerladies (or anything else with Victoria Wood in it) Merlin Primevil Robin Hood
Favourite Musicians and Bands Taylor Swift Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana Heather Dale (look her up, she's amazing!) Bon Jovi Billy Joel Elton John Queen David Bowie Abba (lots and lots of Abba!) The Script
So that's the wierd, quirky, mixed up favourites of me! Power to the creative, enthusiastic and/or intelligent.
Raven Flighton & Sky Jensops - two thousand years of ups and downs,
Robin Flighton & Ashley Gatrate - lazy days with few rare frowns,
Alyx Awner & Edward Jacklen - it's only forever,
Brittany Sandwaithe & Jackson Riegn - loving in the fair weather,
Crystal Lamna & Andrew Hall - it's feeling protected,
Bell Aklee & Arthur Pendragon - don't need to be elected.
Are they just characters.
You think what you want.
But these are my friends.
I know every one.
He's insecure - I love that he needs me
He never thinks before he speaks - he comes out with the funniest things
He apologizes too much - I know that he cares
His hair never lies flat - how cute
He can be so crazy - it's hilarious
No one sees him the way I do.
He thinks he's a terrible person.
He's imperfect - He's perfect.
He's mine
To some I say I love to write,
They laugh and tell me to get a life,
They scorn my words and fail to see,
What those words could mean to me.
To some I say I love to write,
They laugh and tell me, that my work's great,
But even as they "understand"
They don't get the feeling grand.
To some I say I love to write,
And they tell me that they love it too,
They see the beauty on the page,
They know the words are my stage.
And we will say we love to write,
Or others will say we love to draw,
So we express ourselves through art,
In your lives we play some part.
So if you laugh at what we do,
Prepare for us to laugh at you.
Hi Hannah, I've just been on Facebook, and I've seen the pictures of you and your book. That's amazing- I will be definitely be ordering a copy from Amazon... Alex
Hi Hannah. I've been trying to send you a Note for a couple of days, but it won't let me for some reason. Anyway,I just thought I'd see how you were and let you know that I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth. Hope you're having a good week, Alex
Good to know you're still there, don't know what the problem is with the notes. It's certainly been an interesting week, we didn't have a teacher in maths today so we did our own thing. That means we read to eachother in funny voices, listened to music and stared at pictures of Darren Criss (Blaine on Glee). So the other kids went mad and we sat round reading. I love being a nerd. Thanks for writing Have a nice weekend Hannah