Long Time No See

Hey guys,
I know it's been about.......... 6 months? and I haven't been on at all. I haven't even started writing because MY MOCKS ARE ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!
I'm only on because I can't study anymore! My brain is going to exploded from an overload of information crammed into it.
Anyway, I had to write a short story in English and I thought i'd post it because I've been thinking of continuing it.

As the sun set, its light slowly melted the landscape, till everything was made of fire and glass. The edges of the buildings melded together and blurred, outlined by the fiery sky. Anya's knife reflected the light into her eyes, making her flinch. The blood slid off the sleek blade, plopping into the pool below, and started to stain her fingers. It was also starting to congeal and stick them together. The blood belong to the man at her feet.
Her curtain of purple hair swung over her black eyes as she tilted her head to look at the emptying street at the end of the dusty alley. She waited until the creaking carts and the shuffling feet had gone quiet and all the doors had shut before poking her head out into the cobbled street. No one wanted to be outside when the Inquisitors started to roam.
As the last windows were pulled shut, Anya padded out onto the main street. She glanced back at the body, carelessly slumped against a pile of rotting rubbish, and sighed. He was the third person she'd had to kill in the last week. It was necessary of course. He had seen her scars. She was still getting used to covering the map of raised white lines spiderwebbing across her hands. They were the mark of an Inquisitor.
The Inquisitors were the tools of a force unknown to all but themselves. They were supposed to be submissive, and willing to give up their lives for their master. Anya, however, had broken from its grip and gone rouge. The Inquisitors roamed the streets at night searching for the homeless, the poor, and anyone unskilled enough to not hide from them. After all, 'It' needed to be fed.
All of the Inquisitors wore hooded cloaks and carried a weapon of choice. Their hands were left exposed to reveal the scars that marked them for what they are. The man Anya had killed, Charles, had seen her scars and immediately marked her as the rogue Inquisitor, as she wore no cloak. She had a large bounty on her head, and Charles had immediately rushed off to be the informant. That had been his last mistake.
She slid her knife into her boot and continued walking, pulling on fingerless gloves as she went. The weather was too warm for them; she could already fell her hands becoming clammy. They would have to do.
She moved into the shadows, her soft boots letting her move quietly, as she reached a cross road. Only one more street and she would be in open country. No one to recognize her. No one to kill. No Inquisitors. Safety.
She started to grin but snapped her head to the left as a figure moved in the long shadows of the nearly set sun, The tell tale swish of a cloak over cobbles left no doubt in her mind. Inquisitor.
She froze, hoping that she had escaped its notice, but it was too late. It started moving towards her.
Thoughts raced in her mind. Should she make a run for open ground? She could probably kill it in single combat. But she could also try to lose it in the maze of tightly packed buildings and keep from fighting.
She made a dash for the other side of the cross roads. The Inquisitor blurred into action, pulling out twin daggers and sprinting to cut her off. She reached the other side ahead of him and cut down an alley to her left. Her feet flew over the ground, kicking up dust. She wouldn't be able to lose him now and she had no idea where she was heading. She glanced at a low window sill coming up on her right and jumped. She swung up onto it and jumped again, catching the lip of the roof. Straining her arms, she pulled herself up. A roof-top chase would be harder but she needed to keep track of where she was.
She started running again, glancing down to see the Inquisitor hurriedly sheathing his daggers and following. She quickly got a rhythm going. Now relying on her feet to know when to jump she looked around to get her bearings. The closest section of city wall was to her left and she sharply veered towards it. Something flew past her head as she turned. It hit a wall, sending up a shower of brick. Anya glanced back and cursed. Another Inquisitor had joined the chase. And this one had shurikens.
Anya prepared herself for another jump. As she took off a shuriken sliced into her shoulder, sending a spray of scarlet into the dark sky. Blood splattered her face, running into her eyes and blinding her mid-flight. She wiped a hand across her face and a blurred image of s roof coming towards her filled her vision as she started to descend. She wasn't going to make it.
She smashed into the side of the building, throwing her arms up to try and grab the lip of the roof. Her finger couldn't find a hold and she started to slide down the building.
Her feet smacked into the ground and she crumpled backwards. She rolled onto her hands and knees, coming into a crouch as the Inquisitors jumped from the roof and landed in front of her in a soft poof of dust. Their cloaks whirled around them as they sunk into stances and unsheathed their weapons.
Anya pulled out her sword as the second Inquisitor threw a shuriken. She dived forward and came up, swinging her sword low at the first Inquisitors feet. One of his daggers whipped passed her head, cutting off the top of her right ear and making strands of her hair flutter to the ground as he jumped over her sword.
Anya danced back to give her longer weapon room to maneuver. As she whirled into her next attack she heard movement behind her. She switched from a punch to a turning kick to have a look and saw two more Inquisitors running up the alley. Her kick smashed the second Inquisitors nose, and as he stumbled back, she swung in her sword, neatly beheading him.
None of the others seemed to mind that their comrade had fallen and simply watched as his head rolled along, leaving a line of bloody sludge mixed with dust behind.
The two new Inquisitors both wielded bo staffs, giving them extra reach. Anya slunk back into the middle of the alley, preparing to run. She knew she could never win this fight.
Before she could turn to go however, one of the new arrivals leaped forward, spinning his staff to deflect her sword. He whipped one end of it around and smashed it into her knee.
She felt the bone give with a sickening crunch and shatter inwards, tearing into the ligaments behind. Her leg crumpled under her and she fell to her knees at the Inquisitors feet.
She tilted her head back to look into the black abyss of his hood, catching a glimpse of a glinting smile spreading across the hidden face. He swung his staff again, this time aiming for her head, The force of the blow shattered her skull, spattering her brain onto his cloak in a grey mess. Her lifeless body slumped on the ground as the slimy remains started to dribbled down the Inquisitor's front and dropped softly into the dust.
The full moon peaked out from behind a cloud to watch as the Inquisitors gathered around the body and started dragging it back to their master.


Well, I've chatted with the artist, and she will probably do them all. Her style  is going to change just a little bit, though, just so you know. Color and lineart, I think is what's going to differ from before.
Anyway, everything's same as before concerning you guys!
Oh, and if those people without OCs could figure do what i mentioned in the other post, that would be good. -Sorry in a hurry.
Got to go!
Hope to see everyone soon!
Keep up good work!
See ya!

I have it, an idea! HOORAY!

HOOOOOOOOOOOORAY! I've had an idea! I've had an idea! *does a little funny dance thing*


My idea for a book is as follows:

It is called Storm Warning,

The plot is, basically, if the world had a use-by date, this would be it, a huge storm passes over the entire world, clouds cover the sun and power seems to be fluctuating everywhere, a first strike of lightning sends a strange creature to warn the humans of what is coming, and he is not the only one to come to earth.......

With the last lightning strike will come complete and utter anihalation.....

DUH DUH DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway, i really like this idea, what do you guys think?
I would be pleased to hear any thoughts you have, be ruthlessly honest and present any constructive criticism you have, thanks

Random Examples and Dilemma

Ok, so for some reason, it's working now so that I can post examples, BUT out of the blue, this artist I was going to work with has put commissions on hold. She has yet to reply to me how long she thinks it will be... So... if she replies soon and and the wait won't be too long then I will continue with her, but otherwise, I'll look for another artist.
Here are the examples.


Hey, everybody!
Well, I didn't expect my internet to be broken for so long-still is. So I'm going to go ahead and work around it as much as possible and continue with that surprise I was going to do because of your hard work... ages ago. lol
I'm really excited about it! Wanted to do it ages ago, [even more ages] but stuff kept getting in the way! Anyway, stuff's still in the way, but I'm ignoring it. :P
ANYWAY! [Is it just me, or do I say "anyway" a lot?] I'll tell you the details in a minute... FIRST... I have to tell you what the surprise IS!

So ~drumroll~

An artist on deviantart is going to be commissioned to draw your OC! 
~dances with confetti~

Well, we decided the order should be random so I did this very technical process including a styrofoam cup and several scraps of paper. ;D
I'll show the list in a minute, but I wanted to say that I'm not sure if some of you have OC's. One or two off the top of my head are Alli and greatmaul. I'm not sure if you two do or not and maybe a few others. If you could make one or post yours on Lizzy's blog- thespotforbios.blogspot.com [email her to join or ask a member to help] - that would be great, and also, if you have a different name for your character than your username is, if you'd comment and tell me what it is, that would be much appreciated. :D. If I get to you on the list and can't find an OC, I'll skip to the next person till I can get up with you and find out.
By the way, 

 Here's first the list out of order then I'll make it in order....


  • Rachel 16

  • Florence Black 34

  • Natalie Jay 21

  • Mar-Chu 10

  • Niall, the Guy With a Boring Name. 12

  • Alli 6

  • Lunar Tears 11

  • NJ Maverick 20

  • Nyx Dawn 28

  • That Lakinson Guy 30

  • Elisabeth Vauge, royal guard of the grand purple couple 27

  • greatmaul 32

  • Pyro-Dawn Tyromant - Lord of the Armies of the Desert Sun 26

  • ghost writer 25

  • Tori 24

  • Venice Rain 22

  • Blood Butterflies  1

  • Skyril 36

  • the All Singing All Dancing Bryony Rose

    Aficionados 33

  • Dantea Dredkin, Grand Mange of America and Steampunk
    Feisghn ~ Acacia Volt. 23

  • Chanoro Flashfreeze 31

  • Gepard Valk - Lord Of The Skies 17

  • Ayesha 22

  • Darkane Claw 3

  • Thalia Jane 7

  • Lilith Nightshade... 5

  • lego 2

  • Jaffa Morbid 35

  • Octaboona Ambrosius- Paragon of the Purple Horde 16

  • DogsLikeBones 8

  • Kalia Mist 13

  • Rue Nightlocke 9

  • Vivianna- the Girl With the Demonic Imagination 4

  • Desswarph Cwash 3

  • Kallista Pendragon 30

  • 1 Blood Butterflies
    2 Lego
    3 Darkane Claw
    4 Vivianna
    5 Lilith Nightshade
    6 Alli
    7 Thalia Jane
    8 DogsLikeBones
    9 Rue Nightlocke
    10 Mar-chu
    11 Lunar Tears
    12 Niall
    13 Kalia Mist
    14 Rachel
    15 Octaboona Ambrosius
    16 Nyx Willows
    17 Gepard Valk
    18 Bryony Rose
    19 NJ Maverick
    20 Natalie Jay
    21 Venice rain
    22 Ayesha
    23 Acacia Volt
    24 Tori
    25 Ghost Writer
    26 Pyro-Dawn Tyromant
    27 Elisabeth Vauge
    28 Nyx Dawn
    29 That Lakinson Guy
    30 Kallista Pendragon
    31 Chanoro Flashfreeze
    32 Greatmaul
    33 Dantea Dredkin
    34 Florence Black
    35 Jaffa Morbid
    36 Skyril

    The artist, of course, takes a bit of time to get it made, but as soon as it gets out, and I get to it, I'll post it here. :D I'll most likely always use the same artist every time. I would post some examples, but for some reason this comp I'm using won't let me download pics -_-. I'll try again later

    Anyway! Keep up the hard work! And keep coming here! Talk about problems and idea, encourage others, most of all, write! :]

    P.S. Sorry for all the spaces between the first list of names O.o


    The beginning is the worst. The absolute worst.


    I know everything that's GOING TO happen! Not what's actually HAPPENING!

    Help meeeeeeeee...Help meeeeeeeeeee...! I don't want to write what's going to happen later NOW, or else something won't MATCH! Or should I? AAAH!


    I'm going to go and stuff my face with chips now, thanks.

    The Shadow Through The Window.

    Tom jumped out of bed and stood wearily. He started gasping for breath. Tom's face was red, he could feel the cold sweat on his eyebrow. He went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and smiled. IT had just been a nightmare.  

    He had dreamt of a man, a grotesque being following him. It was a night much like that night. The clouds covering the moon, the cold night air shaking the leaves off, them then blowing off in the night. He ran the cold tap and threw his face under the cool, refreshing water, "Ah," he smiled, feeling better already. Tom picked up the blue,soft towel from the handrail and dried his face. He looked in the mirror one last time before going back to bed. Tom pulled up the white and red quilt and hopped in. An owl cooed. Tom closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

    Screams. Loud, painful and deathly. Tom writhed on the ground, banging his back and legs against the mucky  forest floor. The man stood over him, red mouthed and deadly. The blood eased slowly off his chin, falling on the brown leaves. The man's name was Darvis Beswick. He was full and ready to sleep, it was night though and vampires didn't sleep at night. He looked at the now still body, 'The human is probably dead.' he thought. He didn't feel bad, it wasn't in his nature. But he could still help this poor sap.  He ran over and picked him up with his super strength. Then there was a blur, Darvis was running, fast and could not be seen by human eyes.

    The dark black room was messy and not really kept well. There was dirt and grime on the windows, papers strewn everywhere and the only light was from a grimy light bulb swinging on the ceiling. It was creating flashes of shadows around room. Then Darvis blurred through the window making the bulb swing more..... The shadow through the  window...

    Hope you like!!!!!!!!!!! to be continued..

    ~Flame Phoenix

    Planning Plans

    I have discovered the thing called friggen planning while writing a book.



    here, have a website -


    Written by a writer (who uses swear words, scary shit, I know). Read up on the "25 things you should...."
     articles, as they do look to be a massive help for all you hopeful writers out there.

    Gep, Octa, I'm looking at you two.

    What A Witch (Sample)

    So guys, I had an idea last night of this Paramance (Paranormal/Romance) thing, and this is what I came up with. PLEASE BE BRUTAL. Or nice.

    I sat on the porch swing, watching the fireflies dance over head. It was beautiful, the way they twirled, the way they bounced, the way they shone in the dark sky above, like stars.
      I pushed forward, using my feet as the push force. Swinging gently on the porch swing, I sighed. It had been a perfect day. Because it had been my seventeenth birthday, and I’d found love.
      I recounted the moment I’d first seen her, my eyes shutting in remembrance.
      As I pushed past the people of the crowd, I looked up at the main focus. A band. A very famous band called Coldplay. They were singing my favourite song, Paradise, when I saw her. The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
      Her prefect chocolate-brown hair hung down past her neck, curling at her shoulder blades. Her soft, tan skin was tight to her rosy cheeks. I watched as her bright green eyes flickered to me. Her mouth quickly opened in what I could only guess was a gasp. She quickly looked to the ground and ran off into the crowd, her hair bouncing with every impact of foot and ground.
      My feet acted of their own accord, bringing me through the crowd. People shouted and cursed at me as I pushed through them. I didn’t know why, but I needed to see her again. To ask her her name, to tell her mine. But I couldn’t find her anywhere, even after running through the whole crowd, after asking everyone I could. It was as if she vanished…
      I even waited outside the giant doors of the stadium in which the band had played. But there was no sign of her. I sighed and walked over to my friend, Seán.
      “Dude, what were you looking for? I’ve been waiting for ages!” he said, annoyed. His brows turned down near his nose in anger, wrinkles had formed above them. His hazel eyes un-avoided eye contact, even though strands of his long blonde hair hung straight in front of them. He stared straight into my own dark-blue eyes, warning me that he would snap if I’d kept him waiting over something stupid.
      I looked back over my shoulder once to check if the girl was there, but there was only the cleaners. They were brushing all the litter from outside the stadium into it. I turned back to Seán and simply said, “A girl.”
      “A girl?” he asks, a smile beginning to grow on his face. The dimples that form above the edges of his lips make him look young and boyish, even though he’s seventeen. As am I. Some people say Seán and I look the same, but I don’t see it. I mean, sure, we both have blonde hair, but mine is close-cropped, except for in the middle where I spike it up. Seán has long blonde hair. Totally different. And our eyes are different too. Although, we have the same build. We used to work out together in the gym, but decided to give up after his dad died.
      “A girl,” I finally answer. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I sigh.
      Seán rolls his eyes in response and says, “Not again, Daire. Every girl you like is the new love of your life. The one you’re just meant to be with. They’re all beautiful, yet you seem content and thinking that each of them is more beautiful than the next.”
      We start to take the shortcut home. A dark, grubby lane that we’re not meant to go through. But it cuts ten minutes off the long route, so we take it anyway.
      “That’s not fair. Sarah was a one-off. And Áine tricked me, and so did Niamh. Both Jess and Laura were proper relationships—“
      “I wouldn’t say a week, half of which you didn’t talk to them, was a proper relationship.”
      I shot him a deadly glare. “Shut up. Anyway, all my past girlfriends weren’t like this girl. This girl… well, I’ve a feeling, Seán, I’ve a feeling.”
      He nodded sarcastically, a grin pasted onto his face. “Mhmmm.”
      I picked up a small pebble after letting him walk on a bit then threw it. It hit him in the back and he yelped in surprise. He turned round, angry. But he was grinning, so it couldn’t have been real anger.


    It's a new year. Time for some writing.

    Before we all die and come back as zombies

    And because I have nothing else to say in this post, here is a funny picture.