I have been writing for a long.. long time. That doesn’t mean I’m great at it, but I am a heck of a lot better than I used to be. So today I thought it would be fun to share a snippet of my writing from when I was younger, followed by an excerpt of what I write now. This is a direct copy, I promise I haven’t edited anything in prep for this post!

When I was about 12 I was given the task of writing a story for my English class. This is the actual result. I still really love this story, perhaps I could make it into a children’s book one day =)

~~Chapter 1

Once – upon – a – time there lived very happy couple who longed for a child, the longer they waited the sadder they became. One night the wife became terribly ill! The husband searched and searched for the cure but couldn’t find it. The wife asked to read a book on herbs and remedies, and the husband gave her the only book they had on the subject. After reading the first few pages she came to a page on herbs and there was one remedy that could save her life. She told her husband,

But he said, ‘No, there is a chance you could die.’

‘I know, but there is chance I could live.’

‘No! I can’t let that happen.’

‘I’m going to die anyway, perhaps sooner than you think.’

‘What is that supposed to mean?’

‘It means I’m dying and unless I take the remedy there is nothing you can do about it o.k!’

‘But….’

‘No buts, it has to be done.’

‘All right, what are the ingredients?’

‘There are a lot of things in it

You will be very busy for a while

maybe I should…Ahh!’

‘Sit! I’ll get them!’

(The next day.)

‘A herb shop just what I need.’

‘Do you have some chamomile in?’

‘Yes is that all?’

‘No could I also have some Sage, Rosemary, Tarragon, Basil, Bay leaves, Mint, Thyme, Dill and Sorrel.’

‘We have all of that accept for Mint, I’m sorry.’

‘Thank you.’

‘What is all this for sir?’

‘My wife, she needs this remedy, Good bye.’…

‘Another herb shop.’

‘Hello can I help you?’

‘Yes I’m looking some Mint.’

‘Really? We have got some out back

I’ll go get it.’…

‘Here we are.’

‘Thank you very much. The woman down the road didn’t have any, good bye.’

(Two months later.)

‘I feel so much better!’

‘Great!’

‘I still want a child though.’

‘I know so do I.’…

Chapter 2

(Thirteen years later)

‘Amara!’

‘Coming Mum.’ Called a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl with silky brown hair, luscious red lips and alluring, hypnotic blue eyes.

‘What is all this on the floor?’

‘Drawings.’

‘Of?’

‘Of a room that I created.’

‘But how, I mean why?’

‘Easy. I wanted to create some sort of bedroom so I looked at the pencil and ‘poof’ it had drawn the bedroom on the piece of paper.’

‘Oh dear.’

‘Pardon.’

‘Oh, nothing.’

‘What’s wrong Mum?’

‘It’s nothing really.’

‘OK see you soon Mum.’

‘Amara, wait.’

‘What is it Mum?’

‘Can you look after Lilly and Dylan for me while I put out the washing?’

‘Sure mum.’

‘Lilly, Dylan.’ Called Amara. ‘Where are you?’

‘Over here Amara.’ Came Dylan’s reply.

‘Where?’ replied Amara.

‘Over here.’ Came Lilly’s giggling but impatient reply.

‘There you are!’ said Amara as she jogged up to them.

‘Yes, that’s what we were telling you when you were calling us!’ Cheeked Lilly laughing.

‘Hmph…’ Was Amara replied to that little cheeky remark.

What Amara didn’t know is that the power inside her was growing at a rate any other power would die keeping up with. So the Gods of power sent a guide to help her discover her powers but this guide got lost and he wandered around for months trying to find her and finally, at sunset, he came to a cottage in a land he had only ever seen once before. It was Amara’s home, he was sure of it. He knocked on the door and the girl who came to the door was (in his opinion) gorgeous. ‘Amara?’

‘She’s my sister, I’ll just go get her.’

‘Amara! Someone’s here to see you.’

‘Oh, who?’ Oh man it’s him from my dreams, who is he? And what’s he doing here at our cottage?

‘Thank you Lilly.’ She said, and then whispered. ‘Go find Mum, and hurry!’

‘OK’ Lilly replied.

Goodness Amara is even more beautiful than her sister, Lilly.

‘Pardon me! I don’t appreciate you doing that.’

‘What?’

‘Thinking that about me behind my back.’

‘I didn’t because you heard it.’

‘But you didn’t mean for me to hear it, did you?’

‘No. But you read my thoughts, well done, I wonder if her senses are as well honed.’ He wondered quietly to himself.

‘Don’t talk about me behind my back!’ And then as an after thought she added ‘Please. Why have you got that mint and thyme ‘ She said glaring at him.

‘I stand corrected.’ He laughed to himself.

‘Well…’ began Amara but she was cut off by her mother.

‘Who are you… oh dear.’ Said Amara’s mother coming up behind Amara.

(Half an hour later)

‘She is only thirteen!!!’ Amara’s mother yelled.

‘I know that, but her powers are of a strong adults level.’ Retorted the guide, who name was Samuel.

‘How can that be?’ She asked.

‘Her powers are growing, faster than her.’

‘Impossible.’ Amara queried, entering the room.

‘Amara leave, this is between Samuel and I.’

‘And yet I can hear everything.’ Challenged Amara as she sat down to listen.

‘Leave Amara, your mother is right this is between us.’ He said unleashing some of his power but Amara met his challenge and overpowered him. ‘Fine you may stay.’ He said giving in.

‘Good.’ Replied Amara. Amara’s mother who had just seen what Samuel was talking about said, ‘Alright she will go with you for one year but when a year has passed she must come back.’

‘Good, come on Amara collect your things up, you’re coming with me to see the Gods and be trained.’

At that Amara raced upstairs and started packing while her mother and Samuel waited downstairs for her. When she came downstairs she had a small bag on her back and six small velvet pouches, three on each side of her hips. She was wearing a midnight blue cloak and underneath a wide cuffed light blue sparkle top and flairs with high heel boots, and to top it all off she had her hair tied back off her face. She looked stunning. ‘Well let’s go.’

Her mother burst into tears and ran to her. ‘Mum it’s OK It’s only for a year.’

‘I know.’ She said standing up. ‘I’ll miss you.’

‘We all will.’ Said Amara’s Dad as he entered the room followed by the rest of Amara’s family.

‘Later sis.’ Said Dylan her younger brother.

‘Later bro.’ She called going out the door. Not knowing what was install for her.~~~

 

Naw them nostalgic feels! Wow… like seriously.. I don’t think my main character types have ever changed.. 😛 and apparently I’ve always hated training montages – I always skip them!

Now onto a snippet from one of my current WIPs, this is right at the beginning of Hybrid.

~~Gryphon ran through the forest, revelling in the beauty that surrounded her. Her long brown hair streamed out behind her as she moved between the towering trees that granted only dappled light through their canopy. She slowed near a familiar house, hidden behind bushes and covered in thick vines – it looked abandoned. She knew better.

Gryphon knocked on the moss coloured door.

“Come,” came the command, muffled by the thickness of the door.

She smiled and pushed it open. Before her was a large room, with a small kitchen off to the right. In the kitchen was a large fireplace with a pot hanging over the flame. Around the room books were stacked upon every available surface, covering the tables, floor, and filling the bookshelves that lined the walls. Books on every subject she could dream of. Her smile grew, when she was young, these tombs were her teachers, she grew up reading and learning from them. Gryphon turned to Braekon who was cutting vegetables for dinner. His short white hair was sticking up in every direction. He glanced up at her with coal black eyes and said. “Close the door, Ryph. It’s colder than the void out there.”

She rolled her eyes but did as he requested. Gryphon shrugged off her thick coat and hung it up near the door, before walking over to her foster father and kissing his cheek.

“How are you Brae?” she asked.

“I’m fine Ryph, always fine.”

“Anything I can help with?” she offered, reaching for a knife.

He waved her off and growled, “Go sit by the fire and warm up.”

Gryphon shrugged, snagged a carrot from the pile Braekon had created, and moved to sit by the hearth. The moment she sat down she was set upon by three yapping bundles of fur, licking every part of her they could reach. Laughing Gryphon scooped up the smallest of the three wolf cubs, a young male that was black from nose to tail, named Axel, who excitedly licked her face. Sage and Luna, the two remaining cubs, were speckled grey like their mother Maiken.

A noise from behind her caused Axel to squirm in her arms, trying to get down. She relinquished her hold and he joined his brother and sister rushing over to greet Maiken.

Gryphon turned to the massive wolf and grinned, “they’re getting so big, Maiken.”

Big and full of energy, we are having to go out twice a day to keep them calm, Maiken’s reply whispered through her mind. This was the gift of the ethereal wolves they could speak mind to mind of whom they chose. Gryphon was one of the lucky few who Maiken, one of the last of her kind, trusted enough to speak to.

“Let me know when you go out next, I’ll meet you on the Crone’s trail and we can play hunter with them.”

A good idea, pup, they need to start practising more. Maiken looked down at her cubs and sighed. Gryphon could see how tired she was and shifted over so that she could join her by the warmth of the flame.~~~

Sorry, it’s so short! Hopefully, you can see that my writing has improved somewhat, and if you can see no difference.. please let me know haha I have a lot of words from when I was younger that I need to publish if that’s the case.

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek into my past.

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