Apologise Guys!

Hey Guys,
                This is a letter of apology to the people who have been following my story progress.
I started a new school in September so I've been dealing with the stress of adjusting and getting use to my new teachers and coming to grips with my new A-Level subjects so I haven't had the time to post. But luckily for you guys I have been doing some sly writing whenever I get any free time  and an idea hits. This is the main reason I wanted to post; although I have added new additions to the story, I am disappointed in the quantity of my writing at the moment, that is why I feel it would be stupid just to post 1 new paragraph, if you can even call it a paragraph. But even still my page view counter goes up and up everyday and for that I am thankful! So I beg you, please just be patient! I will have some material for you soon enough and then you guys can help me improve it because there is nothing better than reader feedback to help me with my ideas. I struggle a lot with getting my ideas into words, and that's a difficult thing because my brain is brimming with ideas right now!
So, my biggest apologies and thank you for being so patient with me!
Emma
xxxx

Been Too Long...

Okay, I know it's been too long but I am seriously struggling at the moment.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote down all my character profiles. I had them all planned out; names, descriptions of appearance, back stories, importance to the story.
But me being the messy person I am, I seem to have misplaced the piece of paper in question and now my mind has gone completely blank and I cannot bring myself to recreate the character profiles because I had them perfect! So bare with me, I am trying my hardest to find these profiles. I'm a slight hoarder so the papers have to be somewhere in my room!
But then this problem is not just about the character profiles. I seem to have lost my 'drive' to write, I don't know how to explain it? But trust me I am trying my hardest to push through and finish what I started!
Hopefully there will be a massive brand new instalment soon!

Nothing To Do With My Story But Its Beautiful!

I Apologise For The Random Post, But This Poem Is Beautiful!

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am  not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond that glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

I know, I know, its pretty grim but still you can see the beauty and elegance in the words. I do not know who wrote it, but the poem is greatly appreciated!
Emma,xx

Okay, I Know It's Not A Lot But Im Struggling To Continue This Story At The Moment... Bear With Me :)

With as much dignity as I could muster I stood my ground firmly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Do you honestly take me for an idiot hope?" I quickly shook my head. "I didn't think so. James, faithful as ever, told me about your little intrusion into his mind. Know I'm sure you understand that this cannot go unpunished-"

"But I didn't do anything! I don't know what happened. What do you mean by mind intrusion?! One minute he was threatening me, then my imagination runs wild with pictures and feelings that disgust me even to think about, then I’m up against the wall with him in my face. You can't punish me for something unintentional! I can't even logically explain what happened-" Brutus quickly silenced my ranting with a raise of his hand. Just explaining what happened had me quaking with fear and revulsion.

“Do you honestly think I’m going to believe that you didn’t do it intentionally?! You said so yourself, I am no idiot Hope! Don’t even attempt to lie to me! You need to learn your place here; at the bottom of the list. Do right to remember that and I’m sure we will get along fine. I can’t make that promise on behalf of my colleague, he tends to hold grudges. Now don’t worry about that, we have business to attend to right now.” With that he turned on his heel and walked out the bathroom, I was sure to stay close at his heels. “Where are we going?” The excitement of being let out of this room was evident in my voice. “Don’t waste your breathe, you will find out soon enough, but first hold out your right wrist.” I hesitated only briefly before obeying. ‘Do as he says an you’ll be out a shiny pair of handcuffs with a weirdly long chain in between the two cuffs. One was shackled out my right wrist the other to his own left one. “Just in case you got any ideas. I am pretty sure this idea will dampen your enthusiasm.”

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After walking past an endless white washed wall, which seemed to go on forever we arrived at our destination; a hidden door that blended almost seamlessly into its part of the wall. I concentrated on Alex’s hand as he laid his hand on the door; dread began to spread and tighten the muscles in my stomach. Alex sneaked a looked down at my face; it that a look of nervousness on his face? “Remember sweetheart, best behaviour.” And with a whoosh the door was open and Alex was ushering me inside.



The sight before me was totally unexpected. I mean that whole heartedly. The room had the appearance of a living room; plush couches, plain crème walls, wooden flooring and an array of technical devices littering each flat surface. But the room wasn’t the most unsettling thing in here. Spread across the couches there were other people; 3 boys and a girl. I couldn’t help it, I froze which resulted in me being dragged forward as Alex carried on deeper into the room. He seemed to realise the resistance from me on the cuff and turned his smug smile towards me, “What’s up Hope? I’d didn’t expect you to be shy?” Everything about him was mocking me.
“What’s you got there Alex? Oh that’s a pretty new toy. Didn’t think you were into red-heads though, that’s interesting.”

100! Page Views!

Well... This Page Has Reached 100 Page Views!
Now That Is Amazing!
Thank you For Your Interest In My Writing! This Has Gave Me The Inspiration To Continue Writing, And That Could Mean New Material This Week If I Get Enough Time And Don't Get Writers Block So Please, Watch This Space!
Emma xx

Newww :)

A small clean, whitewashed room with the bare minimum; a toilet, a sink, a tiny mirror and an extremely weak shower sticking out the wall. Water! Thank God this place had running water! Half of it went on washing my grimy, blood stained body and the rest helped quench my thirst. Warm water isn’t the best to drink but I was beyond caring. Stepping out the water, I quickly realized that the door was open and there was a fresh pile of uniformed clothing and underwear lying in the doorway was if they had grown legs and waltzed in here; considering the fact that I suspected ‘Brutus’ to be a scientist, it wouldn’t surprise me if that’s exactly what happened. For some strange reason I found this thought laughable to the point where tears where streaming down my freshly scrubbed face. Bending down to grab the clothes my stomach muscles could not take the strain and the laughter and I collapsed onto the flood in a fit of giggles.


“I thought I could smell someone having fun. What in the hell are you doing?!” James leant against the doorway, with an expression I could not decipher. Being unable to breathe I just shook my head and tried my hardest to calm down.


“Are you telling me no? Just shut up and get ready before Andrew gets back. Unless you want me to enjoy your disobedience?” Seeing the look in his eyes had me standing up straight and backing up until my back was trapped against the back wall, next to the faucet. James seemed to pursue me but before the distance between us reached a mere 5 feet a mirage of images assaulted my eyes.


I'm curled up into the feotal position on the floor, crying my eyes out, covered in the blood erupting from my nose.


Andrew standing over me; his fresh lab coat smeared with my blood. His knuckles heavily bruised.


James, clearly enjoy my punishment. Standing in the corner watching the drama unfold.


I don't know what I just witnessed but I didn't just watch it. I felt it. The pleasure and joy running through James' body as I lay crying on the floor. One hand on my towel; the other covering my mouth to stop me vomiting I shrank away as James was suddenly in my face, hands at my colar. He was so close our noses were touching.


"You stay out of my head, bitch! If you ever do that again, I promise, you will regret it! Just remeber, Andrew isn't always here when you sleep- I am!" Throwing me to the side he stalked out of the bathroom. Slamming the door shut to mark his exit. Not going to lie, that had seriously spooked me. What did he mean, 'stay out of my head'? I couldn't even begin to think about the images and the feelings... It felt like I had just enjoyed my own pain. Disgusting.


Taking my time-so I wouldn't have to deal with James for to long- I got dressed and headed over to the mirror to work on taming my bright red frizz bomb of hair. I was not prepared for what was staring back at me. With the towel wrapped around my head I leaned in closer over the sink, wishing that the mirror was broken or something. I had become but a shadow of the girl that i once was. I have always been a slim girl, but never this skinny. My cheek bones were prominent and my cheeks were sullen. My once emerald green eyes were dull and hooded by my heavy eye lids; making me appear drugged. A beautiful purple bruise was ever so slowly spreading from the right side of my face. I admit it, I am quite a shallow girl. I have been homeschooled my whole life, so I dont really believe in my intellect . All I had ever had were my looks. Looking like this was the worst thing they could do to me. Whoever 'they' were.


I needed to get away from my reflection.


Funnily enough, Andrew walked through the door just as I pushed away from the sink.


"Tskk. I understand you upset my collegue. Not a great way to start the day, Hope."

Writers Block... :\

Eurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 

I Have Writers Block. 

Well Not So Much Writers Block, I know Exactly What It Is That I Want To Write But I Cannot, For The Life Of Me, Put It Into the Correct Words. 

HELP! How Can I Overcome This?