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Right, I'm about to post the prolouge of the book I just happen to be writing.

Because it's the only bit I am happy with!

It does contain some bad language, but apart from that is totally okay!

READ IT!

Prologue: The Choosing

When all is lost, why turn to violence?

10 years ago

It was calm that night, despite of everything. In the city of Argonsol, the last of the rowdy teenagers were herded out of shopping centres and out into the streets and many lights in windows went out, nearly simultaneously.
In the countryside, it was calmer than usual. Many of the livestock were asleep and silent, though one particularly stubborn cow just wouldn’t settle. Its lowing echoed through the night, an eerie sound though the silence. But in the Retreat however, it was far from silent, though you couldn’t tell from outside the forest. They were gathering, and there was nothing the humans could do about it.
…
Four men stood in a room. Their expressions were serious and they all had an air of superiority and arrogance about them. The furnishings of the room were royal but drab; faded tapestries lined the walls, blood red curtains hung loosely over the windows. Every now and again they moved forward and back again, like there was a hidden giant behind them and its deep breaths were blowing the curtains back and forth. But it wasn’t a giant, of course, it was the north wind blowing through the open window filling the room with an eerie chill. An odd thing as it turned out, since one of the men was bed ridden and dying: The King.

‘We all know we are at hard times,’ stated King Mencol as he lay on his bed, glassy eyes staring at his three closest relatives, ‘The creatures of the retreat are gathering in swaths for some unknown reason, and I fear they may be close to rebellion…’

‘Then why the blazes do we insist on cutting down their forests?’ said a short, stout man with a head of golden hair. ‘You know how they treasure them, especially the elves…god could you imagine what would happen if they were to rebel, we would be dead for sure. I wonder how they would kill us, with magic. Blimey that would be scary wouldn’t it? I bet I, and any other sane man would stab themselves before they even got-’ Lord Waltwick stopped abruptly when he met the king’s cruel eyes (and when Nickolas Manree, who was standing behind him, kicked him violently on his behind). ‘Sorry…I was babbling again wasn’t I?’ Nickolas shot him a withering look and said

‘One: You always babble, why ask? And Two: We cut down the forest to stop them invading our land, I think you may remember the last time we went soft on them. Well I say we…’ he glanced sideways at Lord Waltwick ‘but I refer to Lord Isador here. He was lucky my army was marching nearby.’

‘Psshh…your army is pathetic, I had it under control.’

‘Yeah under control, right’

‘Are you calling me a liar?’

‘Yes, if you warmed up your brain you might actually understand what the blazes we’re all talking about!’

‘Geez, who poured powdered stress into your cup this morning?’

The king ran a hand down his face with impatience. Nick glared at Isador, but said nothing more. He looked to the man still standing by his bed. The look said it all.

‘Can’t you see the king is growing tiresome of this?’ the man said.

‘Thank you Jacob!’ shouted the king.

Nickolas and Isador, who had been having a “princely quarrel” in the corner, jumped and rushed hurriedly to the bedside. The king, even despite his terminal illness still looked regal and majestic. His snow white beard was trimmed and pristine, radiant in the candle light. His red tunic and hunting trousers displayed his love of slaughter and his ruthlessness was all to clear when you looked into his dark, green eyes.

‘We need a male heir for the throne and you three’ he gestured at each of them ‘are my choices. Unfortunately you all have equal rights for the throne and I don’t know who to pick…’ he gazed thoughtfully at the three of them. The candidates glanced at each other briefly, and then broke out into shouting and swearing. The king but up with this bedside brawl for a few minutes then shouted, ‘ENOUGH’

The kings-to-be froze in mid battle, Isador’s teeth clamped down firmly on Nickolas’ left forearm, Nickolas’ right arm round Jacob’s neck, Jacob turning purple and clawing at the tapestries on the wall. Isador stopped biting Nickolas, smoothing down his hair with all the dignity he could muster, and said,

‘You couldn’t pick anyone but me,’ said Isador pointedly ‘I’m smart, funny, handsome…

‘Totally full of yourself?’ piped up Nicolas Manree as he released Jacob who clasped gasping on the floor. No one paid him any attention.

‘And you closest relative…’ finished Isador

‘Don’t forget pompous, arrogant and have a head so big you could barely fit it through the door’ argued Nicolas in a voice scarily similar to Isador’s high trill. Isador did his best to ignore Nick, and almost succeeded (I say almost, as while no one was looking he aimed a kick at Nickolas’s crotch, missed, and fell flat on his face) The king surveyed Isador thoughtfully.

‘He dresses well, I suppose, but he could hardly ride out to war in his state.’ He thought as he watched Isador slowly regain his breath after a 2 minute fight.

‘True,’ said the King ‘But you need a big ego to run the country.’ Isador looked smugly at Nicolas. ‘Damm,’ thought Nicolas ‘by trying to destroy his argument I’m making it stronger!’ then out loud he said ‘you must realise I’m older therefore wiser. You simply have to pick me!’

‘What about me?’ asked Jacob Distry ‘I’m older, wiser, handsome-er funnier and bigger headed than you two put together!’

‘Of course, which is why you didn’t get picked as Best Prince in “56”?’

‘I could do without the sarcasm!’

‘Can we talk about something else like, I don’t know me?’

‘Shut up you big headed bastard’

‘Now now, mind your language, and nice alteration’

‘Mind my language? What are you my mother?’

The three to-be-kings began to argue at the top of their voices. The King just about heard the words idiot, loser and a few swearwords that I can’t list.

‘Enough!’

The three of them instantly did as the king asked. Dying he may be but he was still ruthless enough to behead them with out a second thought.

‘The three of you are acting like sissy princesses. My time has almost come and I still have one last test for you.’ The three of them were far too jittery to notice the melodrama. My time has almost come for goodness sake!

‘A test?’ The three of them said simultaneously, unrehearsed.

‘A test of guts and of course ruthlessness’ the king said slyly. The prices looked at each other, puzzled.

‘Could you give us a small clue?’ Asked Jacob, evidently coming at it the wrong way.

‘The answer is on Nickolas’ waist…’

They all glanced down to the short sword hanging from his belt.

‘Shit’ murmured Jacob and Isador.




Don't cha just love it!

Edit: You'd better not because it seriously sucks -.-

*squee* Wait no, don't read that!

As a self proclaimed Artemis Fowl freak you may find it odd that until yesterday I didn't own a copy of the first book.
Well it's true, and now I do own a copy.
And, of course, I've already finished reading it for the first time. Not forgetting the fact I often re-read the best parts and make a little movie of it in my mind.
Like the part were Holly thwacked Artemis right in his smug little face. Yep, that meritted at least 5 replays.

So anyway, I went to see Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on stage yesterday! It was nothing short of amazing (Short? Holly? *ppphhhhttt*). I liked the spies line: "Ve even speak Vular!..." "No, zat vud make uz American"

Oh yes, legend.

Not unlike Art- darn it, must stop doing that...

-Hannah

It's official!

My lyrics weren't picked, but I'm not suprised or disappointed!
I'll post a link to the most resent video soon enough but until then enjoy this fan art of Captain Holly Short (Artemis Fowl dammit! READ IT!)


Not a master piece but not all that bad...I think :/

An important link for more of my art work (some of it is better...promise!) http://dontkillchic.deviantart.com/

CHARTJACKERS!

I'm sure anyone who has heard of Charlieissocoollike or Nerimon will have heard of Chartjackers.

Basically, BBC Switch is following them as they (well mostly members of the internet but still), they being Charlie, Alex, and um... well I can't remember the other two because I'm rubbish like that, are trying to make a cheesy 80's/90's pop track that'll top the charts and make loads of money for children in need.

I submitted my own lyrics today, whether it was too late to enter I don't know, and I wanted to share them with anyone who bothers to read this.

Here goes (most of it is not mine, is was a collab of the comments on the Lyrics video. That was the point you see, to get loads of poeple involved!)

(Verse)
I guess every time I see you
Just a walking down the street
Sun shining on you face
It makes me feel complete!
AND…
Just in case you didn't know
I made this song so I can show
you why you make me smile
you are certainly worth my while


Cause somehow I know that you're mine.
woooh ooo.
Now let me show you how to HAVE A GOOD TIME
Yeah!

(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

(Verse)
Every hour seems a day or three,
When you can’t come around for tea (:P)
I don't feel hungry or sleepy,
Nothing sounds like fun.
BUT
Then you came and saved my life
Took the anger and the strife
Through it away never to be
Seen again!

Cause somehow I know that you're mine.
woooh ooo.
Now let me show you how to HAVE A GOOD TIME
Yeah!

(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

(Bridge) (preferably slower and sadder…until the end: P)
In my mind's eye, I see your face
On every person in every place
And even though my mind's up in space
You're right beside me…1-2-3-4!

OooooH!
(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

I hope you like it- and I did try and make it a little funny. :)

-Hannah

Let us fill the world with interesting stuffies!

So, I was a surfin' the interwebs (as you do) yesterday, and I found out about this short story writing competition.

It's on the Wexford fantasy/sci-fi festival website thing, admittedly I'm not actually going to enter but I thought I'd write a piece just for the sheer heck of it. Well here it is:

Change

It’s not like I had a choice. Even now, as my life spirals in a direction of complete and utter pandemonium, I’m still not allowed to choose my own path. I still remember the day I was transformed into this monster, this abomination, I am now. But why remember it? Why relive the heartache for the sake of some wanderer, one who doesn’t know me, one who can’t remember my name? I’ll tell you why.
For years after my sudden and violent transformation, I have been afraid to confide in anyone. I was afraid to even approach another living soul in case I was to harm it. And yet here you are. You stand before me, watching my bloodied mass of a body cower and shake, and have a strange look of understanding in your eye. As if you have known of me all your life, as if you have searched for my very being for millennia. So you and only you shall know my story. I must make it hasty though, I feel as though my time is fast approaching.
I used to be like you, carefree, young. A child, as you call it, though I can barely remember what it means. I don’t remember most of the outside world; so long I have hidden away in this hovel with fear of discovery, but I do remember the light. The glorious, glorious light! To feel it shine upon my skin has been my only wish for centuries, but sheer hatred of mankind has forced me to stay here under the surface.
But children are innocent of course, far too innocent to know of the dangers that lurk, say, in a forest. Not just any forest though, one so deep and dark that no sunlight (that light, oh that light!) can penetrate its shady canopies. Though a child I was, I still remember instinct screaming at me. It was so loud that my head felt as though it was being pounded from within, each syllable making the pain grow and grow.
“Run, get out! RUN!”
Curiosity got the better of me though, and I ventured further, marvelling at the strange compositions of fungi, and the darkness between those leaves. I could have stayed forever, but then came the rustling from the bush. That noise was the marking as my fate, had I known then it meant I could be doomed to a life of loneliness and despair I would have fled. Yet I was intrigued, the beauty of the forest had dulled my senses with empty promises of loveliness. So, of course, I peeled back the branches, barely noticing the thorns digging into my flesh, digging gouges of blood. And what was behind those leaves I will never forget, its breath so foul it curdled the very air, the stench of fear and hatred hung around its being. I couldn’t move I was rooted to the spot. I know now what it must have been; it was a creature that preys on the innocent. A creature of pure evil, one that could make me the way I am now.
It sensed my presence, and turned to me. Our eyes met. That was all it took for me. Those eyes, a deep crimson with a large black slit for a pupil, locked onto me and the thought of what this creature could do filled my brain with images of hell. I forgot who I was, forgot what I was and let the feeling consume me, my soul. I felt the numbness spread through my body, but felt no fear. I felt nothing but hatred and I let it empty me until I was just a shell. That is all I am now, an empty shell, fuelled by nothing, love by nothing.
I was created to kill, but something held me back. Whatever it was, I felt it would wear off so I hid here. And now you as you find me, my resolve for good is gone.

You are my prey.


That's it I'm afraid. It's not very good and it says to write 800 words or less. So I did.

This all came from the depressing mood I was in yesterday.

Well when life gives you lemons...




SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR DANG LEMONS!

-DKC/Hannah

Edit: I changed my mind *enters*

I'm not myself today

Today I found myself staring at the computer screen with a sense of dred and sadness.
I'm not intirely sure why, I just know that I was doing it.

It might have been after this: http://gprime.net/game.php/musiccatch
The music is just so beautiful. Uplifting yet...almost depressing.

Listen to it, you'll understand what I mean.

I also got a Twitter account, just so I could follow Eoin Colfer.

And by follow I mean stalk.

Ah, the normal me has returned.

REJOICE DAMMIT