Just listen… FOR ONCE!?!

 

As the rain grew heavier, Aria huddled under the oak tree, trying to find some solace in the storm. She had run away from home, overwhelmed by the pressures of her life, and now she was alone in the forest, with nothing but her own thoughts and the sound of the raindrops pounding against the leaves above her head. Aria had always felt like she didn’t belong, like she was different from everyone else. Her parents didn’t understand her, and she felt like she had no one to turn to. She had reached her breaking point, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

Aria was a 13 year old girl who lived with her parents in a small town. She had always felt like an outsider and struggled with anxiety and depression. Her parents didn’t understand her problems and often dismissed them, which made her feel even more alone and hopeless. This happened for many months but she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and ran away from home with the intention of ending her life. Yet that wasn’t the case…

 

She found herself sitting in a forest, tears streaming down her face as she thought about how much pain she was in. She felt like no one cared about her and that her life was meaningless. ALl these thoughts were crowded in her head with nowhere to go.

 

She thought about what she said to her parents- “You don’t understand, and it’s not because you don’t know or cause I don’t tell you it’s because you won’t listen to me and let me speak how I feel, you want me to share my problems and my emotions with you yet when I try to talk, your not ready to listen, so how about you get better at that before asking me ‘what’s wrong’.”

 

Maybe it’s my fault, was I too harsh? She wondered, but all she wanted was for them to listen to her for once, I want to be seen and heard. As she sat there, shivering in the downpour, she heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. She tensed up, unsure of what to expect. But then, out of the shadows stepped a woman, with long dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her.

 

It was a creature she had never seen before – a vampire. The woman introduced herself as Turia, a vampire who had been living in the forest for centuries. Aria was frightened at first, but Turia soon proved to be kind and understanding, listening to Aria’s problems and helping her to see that there was hope for the future. Turia had seen many humans come and go, and she could sense that Aria was in pain. 

 

She approached Aria cautiously, sensing her distress. Turia’s gentle demeanour put her at ease. The two began to talk, and Aria soon found herself opening up to Turia about her problems. Turia listened patiently as Aria spoke, knowing all too well the pain of feeling alone and misunderstood. She shared stories of her own struggles and offered Aria comfort and support.

 

It wasn’t until Turia revealed her true nature to Aria that she understood what was happening – she was becoming a vampire. At first, Aria was frightened by the idea of becoming a monster like Turia, but she soon realised that being a vampire wasn’t all bad. She had powers that she had never even dreamed of, and she was able to see the world in a whole new way. 

 

Eventually, Turia made the decision to turn Aria into a vampire as well. Aria was hesitant at first, but she knew that she trusted Turia and wanted to stay by her side forever. The transformation was painful, but Aria emerged stronger than ever before. She loved herself more than she had ever felt she had before.

 

Over time, Aria found herself feeling more and more at home with Turia. She began to see that there was a future worth living for, even if it wasn’t the one she had imagined. As the days went by, Aria and Turia formed a deep bond. Turia taught Aria about the world of vampires and showed her how to use her newfound strength and abilities. Aria felt powerful and free for the first time in her life.

 

As the years went by, Aria and Turia became inseparable, living together in the forest and protecting each other from the dangers that lurked in the darkness. Aria had found a new family, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly at home. And for once she felt needed and welcomed, she was happy which was a shock to her as she felt like an outsider most of her life. 

 

Years passed, and Aria and Turia remained together. They travelled the world and experienced many adventures, always looking out for each other and being there through thick and thin. Aria came to see that there was so much life left to live and that she was capable of so much more than she ever thought possible.

 

In the end, Aria realised that running away from home had been the best decision she had ever made. It had led her to Turia, and to a life that she had never even imagined was possible. She was grateful for every moment she had spent with Turia, and she knew that she would always be a part of the forest, and a part of the world that she had come to love. But Aria realised that running away from her problems wasn’t always the answer. She found the strength to face her struggles head-on, and with the help of Turia, she learned that there was always hope and that she was never truly alone.

Task description: This week during writing, we are learning to write suspenseful beginnings using imagery and dialogue. We are also learning to draw inspiration from other writers. After that I completed the task, and I posted it on our blog. I enjoyed this task very much, and I hope to do more like this soon. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment; thank you for visiting my blog.

🔪🩸HELP🩸🔪

B . Weaver
June 20, 1942

Mrs . Katerina Petrova,
2010 Cinderella Road, Mangere Bridge, United states of america
New Orleans, Louisiana.

Dear Mrs Katerina

I am writing to express my concern for my living situation… I have been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but due to me needing to move on such short notice, I was able to let you know. I arrived in Bath a couple of hours ago. I spent my time searching for a place to stay. I came across a poster for accommodation called “Bed and Breakfast”.

It was awfully cheap, and of course I didn’t think twice before deciding to stay there. I was just looking for something affordable, and I had found it. One thing I wanted though, was it had to have good living conditions. I don’t understand why but I couldn’t stop thinking about the poster after I had seen it. Every part of my body told me not to go, yet I still had a gut feeling I should.

And as always I did the exact opposite of what I thought. I really am lost without you. Anyways, I made my way to the location of the accommodation, which is a boarding house that is in a large city located in Somerset, England. I had other choices and I think I made the wrong decision, I don’t think I’ll make it, by the time you get this letter who knows what she could do.

You’re probably really confused right now so I’ll explain how it happened. To start off I had choices for places to stay. I was deciding if I wanted to stay at the boarding house, but on the other hand, a pub would be more congenial than a boarding-house. There would be beer and darts in the evenings, and lots of people to talk to, and it would probably be a good bit cheaper, too. I have stayed a couple of nights in a pub once before and I had liked it.

I had never stayed in any boarding-houses, and, to be perfectly honest, I was a tiny bit frightened of them. The name itself conjured up images of watery cabbage, rapacious landladies, and a powerful smell of kippers in the living-room. After dithering about like this in the cold for two or three minutes, I decided that I would walk on and take a look at The Bell and Dragon before making up my mind. I turned to go.

And then a queer thing happened to me. I was in the act of stepping back and turning away from the window when all at once my eye was caught and held in the most peculiar manner by the small notice that was there. BED AND BREAKFAST, it said. BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST.

To be forthright with you, each word was like a large black eye staring at me through the glass, holding me, compelling me, forcing me to stay where I was and not to walk away from that house, and the next thing I knew, I was actually moving across from the window to the front door of the house, climbing the steps that led up to it, and reaching for the bell.

And I know what you’re thinking, “what the hell is wrong with me,” I know it might have been dumb decision, fine, it was dumb decision but I don’t know why but I had a feeling like I was meant to see that poster, like it was put there for me. I could feel it calling my name, I had grown attached to it in a weird, captivating and spellbinding way, I don’t understand why…

Now that you’re all caught up, we can move on. I still think, and believe, the landlady is a bit odd because she’s very forgetful. I would even refer to her as being slightly dotty, if I’m being honest. She’s also odd because she has a boarding house which has no guests. And I know what’s going through your head right now, and I don’t want to hear it.

Let’s just hope I’m still alive for you to lecture me. Also is it just me or is it freaking weird as hell that she charges very little for her rooms and even includes breakfast. So I’m just going to quickly recap what happened, okay so…

I told her I was on my way to The Bell and Dragon. But the notice in the window just happened to catch my eye. And she responded with “My dear boy, why don’t you come in out of the cold?” But before I did anything I asked “how much do you charge?” “Five and sixpence a night, including breakfast,” she said. And of course, as I said before it was fantastically cheap.

Another thing that has bothered me ever since I had my first cup was, she kept on oftering me tea, and of course I would have said no usually, I didn’t want to hurt the old bird’s feelings. And a weird and preternatural thing happened to me. She said we had something to talk about after I unpacked so this is when we were talking in the living room.

As she’s talking about the men, I describe the tea she’s giving me as tasting of bitter almonds. The tea tasted faintly of bitter almonds, and I didn’t care much for it. Until she kept asking, and later I remembered that most know that the taste of bitter almonds is a sign of poison, but I did not pay attention to this fact.

Before I just thought she was slightly dotty, but harmless. But after I figured out the tea really contains POTASSIUM CYANIDE, a poison. I know for a fact I’m going to be joining the other DEAD GUESTS, Christopher Mulholland and Gregory Temple who have never left the BOARDING HOUSE because she killed and stuffed them, like her other pets.

And you are 100% thinking… “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” and I don’t know how to answer that, but I can do anything but run, she has my full name, and all my information, and of course my dumbass didn’t think twice before handing all of my information over. I’m so lost without you…

I wish I hadn’t left now, I miss everyone, I made so many mistakes in the couple hours I was in Bath, who knows what I will do in a week. I so dumb, please I need help, you’re my go to person. You’re the only person I trust to know what to do when I’m stuck. I’m the dumbest person in the world who signs papers before thinking about it… I really need your help.

When you are not around me, I feel that a part of my soul is missing from my existence. I miss you! Time flies when you are with me and on the other hand, time stops when you are not with me. I miss you so much. Love you tons. I miss you so much, my friend! Nobody can take the place of the love and care you have showered me with! Missing you and not being able to see you is the ugliest feeling ever. I will miss you until you are back.

I love you, and thanks for always being there for me whenever I needed it. You are present in every single one of my thoughts. I hope to see you pretty soon as I miss you way too much, dear. Missing you is just like breathing air, you can’t live without it. I hope you are doing well. Sending you warm wishes. I love you so much. Being away from you has made me think about you more than I used to. I hope you are doing great and miss me more than I do. Bye for now, I hope to hear from you soon…

Your truly, Billy Weaver
Love Billy ♡♡♡

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Task description: This week during Writing, we are learning to use foreshadowing in make tension. “Foreshadowing” is a narrative device in which suggestions or warnings about events to come are dropped or planted. You can learn more about foreshadowing below. After that I completed the task, and I posted it on our blog. I enjoyed this task very much, and I hope to do more like this soon. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment; thank you for visiting my blog.

Foreshadowing:

Many times authors will give you clues about what might happen next in a story. These clues are called foreshadowing. You need to watch for them as you’re reading because they can help you predict what events will be coming later on in the book.

For example, let’s look at the following passage:

‘The house was so old it looked like nobody had lived there for years. The boards on the side of the house were all cracked. The yard had waist-high, dried-up grass that looked like hay. Bits of it pushed through rotted boards on the porch. All it would take is one spark and the whole thing would go up in flames.‘

What do you predict might happen next? Notice that the author has mentioned dried-up grass, grass on the porch, the cracked boards on the house… and then he mentions flames. Do you think a fire might happen in this story? This is an example of foreshadowing; the clues the author has given you help you predict that the house will catch fire and burn down.

Sometimes you don’t know what the author was foreshadowing until something happens and then you realize that there were clues in the beginning of the story that hinted at what’s happening. Reading carefully can help you try to figure out if the author is giving you clues.