Okay the story is fiction and I’m starting chapter 4. Here are the chapters. And I know I haven’t gotten chance to edit it yet so please don’t be rude….

Chapter 1

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ **** I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took another bite out the apple. “ When is it?” I asked. She took another sip of her drink and said, “ Friday night.”
My mouth dropped.
“ Friday freaking night!” I screamed almost. “ Is there something better you have to do?” She asked. I cleared my mind and said, “ Of course

Stipty Honey Lips
“Carrot is a *****!” called little miss muffet. And she soared into the heavens above not looking back once, knowing her destiny was fulfilled. She smiled thinking of what others would think. Everyone loved carrot. But her? hell no!!They were lovers,were they not, and she caught him with ms. Brussel Sprout!They both were doing u know what. She was hurt. Hurt enough to kill, but she did not dare or she would be sent to cabbage patch- the jail for all veggies and fruit in the land. She would leave Tomato Potato- the land in which she lived. She packed 2 loaves of butternut squabba,( indeed her friend was Butternut Squash, but she needed something that would not spoil and that would taste delicious. Yes, im afraid she did kill her. And easy death it was. She just stuck her little thingy into her soft flesh and she was dead, sweet creamy juice leaking out.) 1 pan of smammadamma( a juice of rare entities), and 3 whole sockets of flubba butter gum. It was the best in the land, raised from the rich dirt that covered Tomato Potato. She would indeed have use for it. The flavor was soo rich, one piece could last for 24 hours. And the flavor would never blottle. Her destination? Stipty Honey Lips, the land of soft, pink rolling hills, where a small drop of mystery clung to the roof and a huge slide ended the hills. Little miss muffet was excited. She soared gracefully through the lands, never stopping for the occational earth worm. They all of course begged her for some of the flubba butter gum, but she insisted she would need all of it for her trechourous journey. Finally a huge,tall object came into the distance. Stipty Honey Lips!! Joy arose in Little ms. Muffet. She twirled round and round, arms in the air. “Hallelujah!” she cried in happiness. She ran with all might to the distant land. She arrived there, 24 hours later. She did not notice how long it took, for her happiness was great.A problem arose. A soft squishy wall. She had to climb it, but how? But little did she know a lift floated nearby. She did not see this of course. But luckily she had brought picks made out of earthworm guts. They were flexible and soft, but strong. She stuck one pick into the wall and than the other. She wrapped a rope of roots around her middle. And she climbed the wall. And climbed. And climbed. It took her days, but she did not notice. She arrived at the top, an exausted smile on her face. An amazing sight awaited her. Beautiful caynons of pink. Rolling hills of softness. And what were the peculiar little bumps on them? she stepped onto one and it squished down and came back up. What fun! Little ms.muffet jumped and jumped on them for what seemed like hours. The whole place was paradise. Never cold. A warm breeze came now and than. Her neighbors were absolutely darling! Everyone with a smile on their face and laughing, inviting her into their grand homes for meals. She got her own cozy cottage. He bed was absolutely marvolous. She fell asleep the instant her head touched the pillow… Little ms.muffet slowly opened her eyes,smile on her face, wondering what the day would bring. Her smile became a confused frown. She was not in her cottage. She wasnt even in Stipty Honey Lips!!! She was back home, Artichoke next to her, his sick breath wafting down onto her. ” what the hell?!!” He opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. ” hey babe” he said,” We had a good ol’e rough time last night” Little ms. muffet looked under the covers. She was naked, and he was too!!!! ” how did i get here?!!” She practically screamed. ” We were dancing and you asked if you could go home with me” he said a confused frown on his face. ” this isnt real!!!” Little ms muffet screamed and ran from the house not looking back once. Artichoke ran after. ” What are you doing?!!! Whats wrong?!!” He didnt botther with putting clothes on…. What do you think will happen next?

( I make stupid nonsense stories all the time!=) )

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ **** I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe

I wrote these two poems. Are they good? Be honest, please.

Someday this will all be okay, everything will go away. One day. I don’t know how long, please babe, stay strong. Everything will be just fine, just give it some time. Be strong, be patient, all of this won’t happen in an instant. Life’s a wild ride, no matter what, I’ll always be by your side.

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And for tonight, we choose to fight or flight. Fight away the problem, or just go ahead and run. So if I can help you, let me know. I’ll help you make-do, or I’ll be below. But as long as I live, I’ll always give and give. Helping you along the way, or catching you when you fall. Seeing if you’re okay, just making sure this problem isn’t too tall.

The following is not my writing; it is the writing of my friend. I am a comic artist and we are working on a graphic novel. It is titled “The Lies of Man”. This is the opening scene. The art will be all black and white with heavy dramatic shadows. The excerpt is in a short story format as he wrote it.

The opening scene:

“Humanity is a lie.

Nothing. Just black. It was impossible to see, or perhaps his eyelids were merely refusing to part as they rightly should. After a time, his eyes opened and he felt a piercing sting. Matter found its way into the loose crevices of his eye sockets and burned with a nagging pain. He groaned and went to move an arm to rub them. This too was a chore and he soon realized it would not budge. The substance grinding its way into his eyes was moist and dense and (as he would soon discover) all encompassing. With a loud moan, he attempted again to move. Having no success, he grew enraged, feeling trapped, captive. Strength filled his veins and power rushed over him as he let out a cry. The moistened stuff fell into his mouth as he screamed and the sound was soon muffled. With a last display of rage, his hand burst through the density towards what he supposed was up; frenetic, feverish. A wild anxiety twisted his insides into cold knots. He felt water and air. One hand free, he began to wrench himself from this clay prison, his face emerging from a quagmire of muck and sludge. He took a heavy breath and spewed dirt from his mouth, screaming again as the watered soil blinded him. Rain beat down furiously on his miserable form as he struggled against the earth itself. With another furious cry, a second arm was free. A stone structure was erected before him and he grasped it, pulling himself toward it and writhing free of the miry cage as he did so. One final effort; he clawed his way to freedom and collapsed onto the stone, breaking its old, fragile form. He looked up to the skies and groaned as rainwater washed away the grime, allowing him to see at least partially. Lightning cracked through the stormy clouds and he reeled forward, confused and frightened. He took a glance at his surroundings to see headstones erected all around, standing ominously amidst the rain and flashes of thunder. Tall crypts soared in silent odium, looking down at the creature of the earth. Through watery, murky vision he saw the broken stone and picked up a piece gingerly, as if cradling a newborn ****. This meant something. These were for him. The shard he held spoke to the creature a single word. A word he would come to resent in time. Now dripping with mire and water, he read aloud what he took his name to be as dictated by this cut of rock: Man.”

I’m really just bored and curious and felt like asking some sort of question.

If you want to see any of my art, go to http://Shadows-of-ink.deviantart.com.