Tuesday, 14 July 2009


Bea and I lay on my bed facing the ceiling, should I tell her? She was going on and on about how disgusting the boys were at school, how they were so immature and all they wanted to do was go to B_Con and play DotA,
"-not even the fact that they aren't -"
"I'm pregnant." I blurted.
She raised her eyebrows and smirked, "Right, Trace. Always the joker."
She waited for my comeback, but I didn't say anything. I kept silent, trying to stop the tears from showing. I held my breath because even my exhales shook with fear. I could already imagine how stupid she thought I was. How she wouldn't want to be seen with me anymore, how I would walk the hallways alone, how the priests at school would look down at me and shake their heads and furrow their brows.
"Trace? You are joking right?" she asked, sitting up.
I couldn't take it, the tears slipped out and I shook my head 'no'.
"Tracy Margaret C. De Luna, tell me the truth!"
"I'm not joking, Bea! Why do you think I would be crying if I was? I've dug my grave and there's no way out!"
She bit her bottom lip, put her hand on mine and clasped it hard,
"How can you be sure? How do you know? Are you gonna tell your parents? You didn't even tell me you did it with a guy! Who was it?! I'm going to kill him!"
I shook my head, not wanting to answer anything, I stayed silent and lay there. Letting her hold my hand as I scared myself with dark thoughts of the future.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Tracy De Luna

Okay so I wrote a little excerpt for a very very very short story. I want to write this for our school magazine but I dont think I'll be allowed, ahah! But if you happen to be the literary editor reading this, please know that there will be tons of good values that come out of it, and lots of lessons. So you should allow it!! It's about a girl name Tracy De Luna. Comment on whatyou think of it.

I listened to my parent’s car back out the driveway and as soon as the strong whirr of the engine disappeared, I ran to their closet and frantically searched through the clothes. Hangers flew off the rack and clothes crumpled. My nails ripped through the walls of fabric, looking for the frumpiest, biggest jacket I could find. I knew we had at least two because of our family trip to Scotland; we bought these grey and green jackets so we wouldn’t freeze to death in the rocky valleys. They were definitely in there somewhere; they would be good enough to hide my disgusting stomach.
I found a dusty green one with too many pockets and too-thick material, it was perfect. I tried to pull it off the hanger but it wouldn’t budge, one of the tags was stuck. I let go of my towel and let it fall to my ankles as I fumbled around to set it loose.

“Tracy? What on earth?”

My mother was standing in the doorway, staring at me trash her closet, clothes scattered all over the place and of course, my bloated stomach.

“Mom! I thought you left, why are you home?” I yelled, angry and scared of what was about to come.

She didn’t move, she didn’t speak. She stared at my stomach. And stared. And stared until time decided to restart itself.

Sunday, 5 July 2009

Subconscious Plots pt 2

Stephanie was trembling in bed, kicking at the sheets and mumbling frantically. Lost in the depth of her subconscious, she walked along a forest path lit by fireflies dancing in jars. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad. She felt serene, as if she was floating through. The ground was soft and her bare feet sank into the damp mud with every step, it stuck in between her toes and slipped under her toenails. A singer’s voice pranced in the air, stroking her desires, a velvety call, so alluring.

Take off the blindfold…” it chimed.

Had Stephanie heard correctly? She stopped to look around but couldn’t see past the thick trees or the lit path.

“Remove it…”

Yes, it was definitely telling her to betray her husband, but where was it coming from? There was nobody around.
The voice continued to tempt her and, afraid, Stephanie started picking up her pace. The voice didn’t cease to follow her, it probed her mind as she tried to find a way out of the forest.

“You know you want to,” it taunted.

LEAVE ME ALONE!” Stephanie screamed, her shouts causing the trees to shake, as if they were laughing at her pathetic attempt.

“Stephanie… He should trust you…”

It hit her weak point. Stephanie had often questioned why Leo would not let her see him at night, was he afraid of something? Shouldn’t he trust her?
Afraid, Stephanie started rushing through the dead trees. She ran as the branches scratched at every exposed measure of skin, leaving long, whip-like lashes to drizzle red. The faster she ran, the louder the voice screamed the orders, drowning out her own thoughts. Unable to handle the torment, Stephanie slowed down to a crawl, clutching her bruised arms. She walked alongside the voice until her exhausted feet pulled her to her knees before a well. She pulled her head over the edge and looked in.

Startled by the floating body of a girl, Stephanie started shrieking for help, not tearing her eyes away for a second. Stephanie looked closer into the dark holding-place and watched the body turn to face her. A blue, shriveled face stared into hers and lifted a crooked finger up to her frozen lips. Stephanie flew back realizing she and the corpse shared the same face. The girl in the well was Stephanie.

Stephanie bolted upright, covered in sweat and confined to the darkness of her blindfold. She could feel Leo’s body beside her, large and lost in sleep. What was that dream about? The voice was telling her to take off the blindfold. Was it a sign? Stephanie ran her fingertips over her cloth-clad eyes. Leo had only asked her of one thing, nevevr to take it off, but why? Did he have some strange sleeping habits? Stephanie decided that she would take off the blindfold to see for herself, she would love him no matter what.
She hesitantly wrapped her fingers around the sash and bit her lip. One tug is all it would take. She didn’t know why her heart was pounding, or why her head was racing like a train that ran off the tracks. With one cold, sharp breath, Stephanie pulled the blindfold off and choked on her breath. Leo was nowhere to be found, instead, a large beatly monster lay in his place.

“What have you done to my husband?!” She screamed, backing off the bed and crashing onto the floor.

The monster opened a large, yellow eye, u ndoubtedly looking scared, but then it saw Stephanie on the floor and all fear turned into fury. It fpounded onto four legs and released a deafening roar.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” it yelled, Salive swinging from the end of its sharp, yellow fangs, dripping slowly onto its chin.

Its eyes blazed with anger, and the thick mane on its head stood bristled, its claws teared at the bed sheets under it as he lunged towards the shrieking Stephanie. Her face was wet with tears and white with shock, screaming Leo’s name.

DON’T YOU SEE?” the monster shouted, knocing her onto her back, snarling inches away from stephanie’s face. “I AM LEO

Stephanie caught her breath and stared at the beast, there was no trace of Leo in this beast. She shook her head,

“What have you done to him?!”

The beast lifted his paws off her shoulders and looked at her with his sad eyes,
“Why do you think I asked you to wear the blindfold, Stephanie? You have ruined everything.”