Believe In Magic

Perfect boyf gave me some great notes for my book over the last couple of days. He’s far too awesome for words. The very fact that he wants to read it is marvellous, but to give me pointers and help me out is just next level amazing boyfriendness!!

He believes in me and wants me to succeed.

His faith gives me wings.

Think about the things that you want from a book. An engaging story? Characters you can connect with? Good writing? A book that ticks all the boxes is a rare find and The Hunger Games does just that and more.

Suzanne Collins has found, in her protagonist Katniss Everdeen, a voice that transcends gender and leads us so confidently through a dystopian society that you can practically feel the oppression of the Capitol. 

The first person perspective of Katniss is both engaging and fascinating before, during and after the bloodbath that is the Seventy Fourth annual Hunger Games. The range of colourful characters she meets are refreshing and her interactions with them are at times touching and occasionally amusing.

If you are looking for a book that will leave you hungry for more, look no further. I’ve been waiting for a book to grip me like this and my search is over.

Go forth and read it. 

May the odds be ever in your favour…

When the car pulled up, I couldn’t shake those demons scratching away at the pit of my stomach. They’d been there all day, just waiting. Now they had their chance, relentlessly attacking my insides.

Dinner was something of an awkward affair, stilted and somewhat meaningless conversation peppered with the sounds of chewing and glugging of wine. No one seemed to want to address the issue that was surely pressing on the minds of each of us, it had to be, what else was there to be thinking about?

My sister sat by me. She is two years older than me and never before had I seen her look so chill. Was she even feeling anything akin to the pain that ate away at my insides like a parasitic insect? Of course not. Anyone would think she was glad he was leaving, though they wouldn’t point it out. It had to stay perfect and serene. Don’t rock the boat, just let it bob gently down this silent stream in a passive state of blissfully unaware. I wanted to scream.

The cousins around the table were just as calm as my sister, did they feel nothing? I wanted to speak out, to scream out, but I knew someone would just should me down, dousing the words that burnt so hotly on the tip of my tongue.

The passing seconds, turning to minutes, and then to hours were like the beating of a drum in my ear, growing louder, harsher, the back of my head positively pulsating with the sound.

Book One in the Time Travel Keepers book series. Let me know what you think!

I am meant to be writing for National Novel Writing Month but I wanted to give it a try and make sure that I can still write. It makes sense to me! :)

This is a rewrite of the Chapter One that I had on here ages ago.

Chapter One

As the sound of heavy footsteps broke through the still darkness, Scott was flooded by the feeling that he was no longer alone. He felt trapped; he had no way of escaping that he could think of. What was this place? It wasn’t somewhere he recognized, it all seemed so surreal.

A sheet of glossy black lay beneath his feet that rippled as he took a step forward. The horizon too held nothing but black a tiny light far off to the left sent a small amount of dim grey light around the area, but it hardly lit anything. Everything was completely dark, like someone had just turned off the light and the footsteps grew louder.

A silent flash of blue lightning cracked above him, for a brief second, he was sure that he could see grey clouds hovering overhead. He looked around frantically, trying to see something else, something that would tell him where he was. The grey light was completely useless, until another flash of blue cracked in the sky, he wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

Still the footsteps grew louder; they were coming closer coupled with a spine chilling drumbeat that echoed in his chest. The ear splitting sound of metal against metal as each step was taken; it rang in Scott’s ears, drowning out the sound of thoughts of escape. It polluted his mind, he screwed his eyes up desperate to block it out.

His chest began to feel tight, like a snake was coiling around his lungs and squeezing them tight. He coughed, desperate to catch his breath. He opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound appeared.

Scott’s piercing green eyes screamed open as a sharply drew his breath, the dense air filling his lungs like they never had before. It always seemed to end like that.