Inspiration For Me and You.

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So this first post is very personal but I felt it was important and that is why it is my first post. It is kind of a letter I wrote to myself. Please let me know if this helped you also.

Paige, at the moment you’re having a bad time, you don’t know what to do with yourself and you don’t know where your life is going, you don’t know how you’re going to pick yourself back up this time and that’s ok, that’s life. Take a moment to remember how awesome you are, remember that you’re special, remember that you’re strong, and remember that you’re worth it, even if that sounds really cliché.
At this moment in time you’re struggling because you’re afraid, you know what you want and you know how to get it but you’re scared. You’re afraid that you will ruin everything so you don’t try…

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Welcome To The End.

Hi guys, here is just a little snippet of something I’ve been working on. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Thanks.

Welcome to the end.

Wasteland, nothing but wasteland. My feet leave light foot prints in the sand as I trek night and day through it, at least I’ll be able to find my way back. Hopefully. Screams echo in the hot summer air. I ignore them like always. There’s nothing I can do when it’s so far away. She’s out here somewhere, I know she is. I’ve been out here so many times before, yet it always seems like a completely new place. I wipe the back of my hand over my dripping forehead. My army style hat keeps me slightly shaded, but not enough to stop the never ending stream of sweat. God I need a shower. I miss those days, the days where you could just drive home after a long day’s work, or after school and just bathe, or eat or do anything. You didn’t have to worry, you didn’t have to limit yourself, you could just live without having to think about the consequences. Water is running out and fast, so we don’t have much choice but to put off bathing, I mean I’d rather stay alive than be clean. Blood litters the sand in little tiny spills. Dangers ahead. I bend down to my knee. I swipe my finger across the bloodied sand then I bring it to my dry tongue. It’s fresh, only a few hours old. There’s not too much, maybe whoever this belongs to is still alive. Maybe. God I hope she’s ok. Mayra I mean, she’s my friend and the daughter of President Collins. She needs to be found, dead or alive, but hopefully alive. I’ve been informed that if I do find her dead, I must put her out the right way, make sure she can’t come back. God could you imagine that, such a serene young girl raising from the dead. I’ve seen it before, but I don’t think I could cope watching it happen to her, but she might still be alive anyway, so there’s no point worrying right now. Left then right, no wait, was that left? Come on Rae keep on track, you can do this, you’ve done this before, you can do it. A light glints in the corner of my dark brown eye. One foot after the other, don’t struggle you can do this, it’s nearly over. I’m so tired, usually I have someone who comes with me, but that someone is the person I’m searching for now. Partners in crime we are. We’re so similar yet we’re completely different. I wear my dark brown hair up in a long high ponytail, 24/7. She wears her Black locks down and allows them to flow around her, which I’ve always said is a little bit stupid. What if a pack of Zs attack and her hair gets in her eyes? Well she never really listens to me anyway. Her eyes are navy blue, and mine a dark shade of brown. My skin is olive thanks to my Latin heritage. Hers is pale from her Slovakian. Opposite sides of the same coin. I make my way over to the little glinting light. My eyes are blurred from the sand but I can just about make out a body. I stop in my tracks. “M-Mayra?” I don’t give myself the privilege of a dramatic outburst, it never was my style. My fingers gently touch the silver pendant that hangs from her neck, the pendant that glints like a light in the sun light. I wipe a tear away from my check and with the sharp edge of my knife I stab her straight in the heart, then in the forehead, you know just to be safe. I let my fingers drift back to the pendant and I rip it from her neck. She’d want me to have it. My name is Rae Lasaria, I live in a world filled with Zs, which if you haven’t already guessed are Zombies. Welcome to the end.

So yeah, please give it a like, if you like it. Thanks.

Peace and Love to all.

From Paige.

Daily Poem 03/03/15

Hey guys, here’s today’s daily poem, I hope you like it.

Indecisive feeling.

I am what I am, an indecisive feeling.

With words I can’t explain.

And love that I can’t believe in.

So many times I have become

Something that I do not own.

Someone scared and alone with no hope.

Take my hand guide me to the end.

I believe I can mend.

Everything that is weak and makes no sense.

I’m no longer an indecisive feeling.

Thanks for reading.

Peace and Love.

From Paige.

Daily Poem 02/03/2015

Hey guys to start this off I’m just going to say sorry, for not posting more regularly but I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things, so here’s today’s daily poem.

Shock

There are so many thoughts running through my head that I cannot think.

There are so many questions that are unanswered that I cannot sleep.

There is so much grief seeping into my heart that I cannot breathe.

Is this shock I’m feeling?

I know it’s short, but i’m hoping it’s short but sweet.

Peace and Love to you all.

Thanks for reading.

From Paige.

Chapter two of The Ice King.

His here is chapter two of a project I’ve been working on recently. I hope you guys like it.

Raven.

I-I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve been home now for three days and the only thing I can think about is getting out there to find Sierra, but mum says I have to rest. That there’s still a threat of it coming back. I know it’s not coming back. Before I collapsed in to my bed the first night I was home I snooped around Sierras room. I knew that there wasn’t much chance of me finding any evidence in an eighteen years room, but still I had to look. All I found were books on fairy tales and myths and legends. Odd right. But I still have no real clue on her whereabouts and it bothers me more and more every day. In the haze of an early morning I decide my best bet is to ring Duke again, drill him for more information. I’m not keen on him but it is my best bet. After the forth ring he picks up. His voice is low and scratchy, “H-hello?” “Morning Duke, it’s Raven.” Silence echoes through the phone. “Duke?” for a moment I think he’s hung up but then he clears his throat. “Hey Raven, u-uh what’s up?” “I was just ringing to see if you had any more information you could give me, about Sierra.” A ruffling noise hisses through the phone, a muffled female voice speaks. “Babe, who’s Sierra.” My heart drops as I realize that the boy Sierra has been obsessing about for years and finally is dating has cheated on her. She will be so heartbroken. “Who’s that duke?” I say my voice low and deadly all though still weak. “Uh-um Raven, this isn’t really the time?” I have to physically stop myself from screaming down the phone at him. “Who is that Duke!” I hiss. “It’s no one.” He mumbles.” “No one?” The other girl screams. “I didn’t mean it like that babe.” Silence. “Are you cheating on my sister?” Silence again. “Duke?” “N-no.” “Don’t lie to me Duke.” “It’s not like that.” A growl escapes my lips. “You’re a waste of air.” I growl again and hang up the phone. I can’t believe it, I knew he was a waste of space before, but still I didn’t think he could sink this low. Poor Sierra.

An hour later.

Lying in this bed is so tiring, I know that doesn’t make any sense but it is. I feel more drained from lying in bed than I would if I was out there looking for Sierra. My parents have stopped bothering, they think she’s just gone off with some friends. For some kind of teenage rebellion road trip or something, but I know she’s not that kind of girl. Sierra has always been friendly and beautiful. With her long blonde hair and pretty honey eyes like mine and mums. But she has never been rebellious, she’s very goody two shoes if you will. You’d think that our parents would prefer her over me but they’ve always favoured me, I have no idea why. I am the negative one, the rebellious one, the black sheep if you like. Part of me wants them to love her more, she deserves it. Sometimes I feel that they ignore her, I think maybe she blames me a little bit. But she’d never tell me that, she could never heart my feelings. I’ve always been the subject of love. Which after a while gets overwhelming and annoying. I don’t know what it is. I’m not that special I can be a real pessimist, but people just tend to like me. I’ve never been bullied, actually bullies tend to try and befriend me, though I never accept their friendship. I dress like a Goth because I feel it suits my personality. My hair is dark brown like my dad’s and I’m annoyingly short. I get jealousy spouts over my sister sometimes, because she’s tall, leggy, blonde and model like stunning. But I love her more than anyone else in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only sane person in a world filled with nut jobs. My parents are caring but ignorant, my friends are over emotional and everyone else are blinded to my sister’s glory. I just don’t understand how they can notice me but ignore her. It’s strange, so strange. It’s like nobody even cares that she’s gone. I care though and I won’t give up on her, I refuse to ever give up.

Sierra.

His home is so cold, I haven’t seen him in days. He brought me here locked the door and just left without a word. I don’t know what I’m going to do, I need to get back to my sister, I need to make sure she’s alright. I need to know that the deal worked. What…  What if it didn’t? What if she’s gone and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. What if she was calling for me on her death bed begging me to come back? Tears escape my already tear drenched eyes. No I can’t think like that, we had a deal and he must stick to it. Unless.. No, no I mustn’t think like that, Raven is fine. She’s fine, I know it, I feel it in my bones. The door creeks open and he walks through, an unsure smile splayed across his blue lips. “My love.” I glare up at him but then smile, if I play along maybe he’ll let me see my sister. He frowns but then smiles back. I stand up and walk away from the bed, closer to him. “May I ask you a question?” I ask, trying my hardest to look seductive, which for me is really hard. I’m not the seducing type. He moves closer to me, matching my steps. A curious smirk crawling up one side of his cheek. “Of course.” He murmurs. I place a hand on his cold chest, covered by a thin white cotton shirt. Some buttons are undone and I can see part of his almost blue pale white skin. See he is quite an attractive man, but he’s repulsive to me, because I know how evil he is and I see his personality not his beauty. Everything about him is cold. From his voice to his icy finger crawling up my back. I try to repress a shiver. His eyes linger on my lips and I try to keep my seductive expression. “When can I see my family? See I agreed to give you my love, but I never agreed to leave my family behind, so really I have a right to see them and let them know that I’m ok.” His smile falls and his hands tighten around my waist. My breath catches in my throat and I struggle against him but his grip tightens more. “I don’t care if you have a right to see them, you’re not seeing them, and you’re not to ever leave this place. You must stay here with me forever. Where no one can hurt you or take you away from me. When we finally marry you will belong to me and must do as I bid.” I drop the seductive act and try to push him away, he doesn’t let go, he is incredibly strong. He giggles slightly at my futile attempt. “I am a human being, not your slave, you can’t treat me like this.” His giggle turns to a full on cackle. When he catches his breath he smirks and shakes his head. “See my dear, the thing is, I am not human, so I can do whatever I please to you. You know there is no point arguing with me, now why don’t you just give me what I want already. Let’s stop this foolish arguing.” I freeze, what does he want know. “What do you want from me?” He smiles and pulls me closer. “Oh, just a little kiss.” He pulls me closer and although I struggle with all my might he pulls me into an ice cold kiss. What am I going to do?

Hey

Hey guys sorry I haven’t posted in a while, it’s been a weird couple of months but hey.

Here is the first chapter of a little project I’ve been working on. Please let me know what you think :).

Sierra.

His eyes, dark and haunted, tear their way through my honey coloured soul. “Give me what I want, Sierra.” His voice like pained ice picks slices through my confidence as his freezing breath burns my face. “I can’t.” His blue lips stretch in to a cruel smirk. “You can’t, or you won’t. You have one of two choices, give it to me or give me something else. Something precious to you.” My anxious breath turns shallow. What could he possibly want that I can give him. “What?” A fierce and treacherous cackle escapes his blue lips. “Isn’t it obvious? Sierra my dear.” The way he says my name sends shivers up my spine. He disgusts me but I will do anything, anything to protect the ones I love. It’s my own fault. If I hadn’t, oh if only I hadn’t gone to him. But I had no choice, it was me or her. “Just tell me what you want, I’ll do anything, I’ll give you whatever I can.” Tears warm on my now cold cheeks  roll down  my porcelain skin. He moves his icy thumb to my face and smudges it away. The act usually so lovely looks so wrong and vile coming from him. “I want your love. I want you, I want you to love me. Nothing else will suffice, nothing else will pay your debt. Well, apart from our original deal.” Shock radiates through me, I could never love him. I’m already in love, he is asking of me something I cannot give. I could never force myself to love someone so evil, so cruel, so vile. “I, I can’t.” His hopeful and calculating blue eyes turn black and furious. His attempt at a casual smile breaks and turns into a growling snarl. “Then the deal is broken, you’re a fool Sierra, a fool.” He loosens his grip on  my shoulders and drops me to the floor. He turns his back and begins to stomp away. “Wait, please.” I cry the tears in my eyes apparent in my voice. He hesitates but doesn’t turn around. “Please, what else can I give, please. Don’t take it back oh please. I’ll do anything, but that. He scoffs and carries on walking. “Waaaiit, pleaase I beg you.” He turns back to me this time his arms crossed and a scowl settling on his brow. “I have told you what I want, I have been kind and given you two options, I am not usually so kind to those who refuse my offers. I will not settle for anything else. Let me have your love or give me what you originally promised, make your choice now, or I will leave and take with me what you desire so much. This is your last chance.” I let my body collapse on to the dirty ground. I’ve given up. He taps his tattered leather boot on the floor impatiently, tuts and begins to leave again. “Fine!” I scream at the top of my lungs, stopping him in his tracks. He turns . I look up into his dark blue eyes. An unsure smile plays at the corner of his chapped lips. “I’ll give you what you want.” A victorious grin spreads wide and glorious across his lips, but then falters. “Which are you going to give me.” I glare at him my hate and spite getting the better of me. I take a deep breath, and try to gather myself but the tears defeats me. “I’ll give you my love.” His smile returns and he rushes towards me. Gathering me up into his arms. “You won’t regret this, The deal is struck, you will have your wish.” He pulls his head back to look at my face. His eyes linger on my lips and my stomach turns. Before I can push him away his lips are on mine. Pulling me in. The stench of self hatred and dust suffocates me. I try to break free but it’s no use. The stories lied he is not as weak as he seems.  He is incredibly powerful. After a long torturous while he breaks the kiss. His breathing heavy and hard against my skin. “You won’t regret this. You will come to love me, I will be a great husband to you I promise.” “Husband? What! I never agreed to that.” He glares but it soon softens. “You agreed to give me your love, and the ultimate portrail of love is marriage. That is what I wanted and meant when I said I want your love.” “B-but I never agreed to that. I-I…” His cruel but light cackle vibrates through my bones. “My love, you should have known never to make a deal with the ultimate trickster.

Raven.

The clicking and beeping of the machines that are keeping me alive disturbs my restless sleep. My body has been dying for weeks and weeks, I deteriorated and weakened for so long that I got to this point. Lying almost lifeless in a cold and foreign hospital bed. Waiting to die, surrounded by nurses and doctors and prematurely mourning family members. My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, my friends from school. All but the only person that truly mattered, my beloved sister, Sierra. Where has she gone, I don’t know. She was there on the day of my death sentence, she was there when they told me I couldn’t be saved, that the cancer had taken over my body. But then one day, she vanished, along with the cancer. My parents haven’t got a clue where she’s gone, and they don’t know why. She would have told me if she was in trouble. She would have told at least her boyfriend Duke. But no one knows a thing. No one except Sierra of course. I blink my honey green eyes open. Mother is sitting half asleep in a chair by my side. She smiles a weak smile when she notices that I’m awake. “Good morning sweet heart.” “Morning.” I mutter. I take a sleepy look around. It’s just her. I look at her for some sign that there’s news. But she just smiles apologetically. “Sorry honey,” I rest my head back down on the pillow. “The doctors said you can come home soon.       They said your recovery has been a miracle, that nobody has ever survived it like you have. They said that you where basically dead when it just stopped growing and retracted. You’re so lucky.” I roll my eyes at her. “No, I would have been lucky if I never got the disease in the first place.” She lowers her eyes, a look of guilt and grief mixed with relief fill in her honey green eyes.”  I pull her in to a hug. “your right, I am lucky. I’m lucky to be alive.” She sniffles and sighs. I’d feel sorry for her, I’d feel for us both if my mind wasn’t so preoccupied. I’ve got to find out what happened to my sister.

Daily Poem 5/01/15

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted much the past couple of weeks, I’ve had a bit of a tough time and been quite busy. But I’ll keep trying to post everyday. Anyways here’s todays poem.

I can’t sleep.
I wake up and I can’t breathe the sweat of the last night glistens across my cold face. I can’t move my body, I’m left to wait hoping that I move again, hoping that I breathe again, praying for the slightest sign. There is no sign not even a sigh could escape these lips, not even a single word or letter. I want to cry, scream, breathe but I can’t. A knock like a beat of my shallow heart at the hollow door, a knock again. Then a sound a question but no answer. They walk into my room creeping uncomfortably through the doorway. They echo my name, louder this time. They push my skin and pull me from the sheets. I open my aching eyes to see there terrified smile. They sigh, I sigh, so glad that I’m still alive.

Thanks for reading.

Peace and Love

From Paige.

My First Book.

Hey guys, so I just finished writing my first book. It’s about 20 chapters long and took me about two months of writing. I still have to edit it and buff it out a bit because It’s not too long, about 200 pages, but I’m really proud. I can now tick one thing off of my bucket list.

Anyway I just thought I’d share my happy news and wish you guys a great day.

Thanks for reading.

Peace and Love.

From

Paige.

Daily Poem 02/01/15

Here is today’s poem. I hope you like it 😀

Echo
Echo, I hear a voice from so far away.
Echo, Is it you calling my name.
Echo, Breath in breath out is all the same.
Echo, Search for the words that stay away.
Echo, Look for a sign, we’ll make it today.
Echo, Fear the moon and what it takes.
Echo, Love yourself before it’s too late.
Echo, Tremble in the wake.

Thanks for reading.

Peace and Love

From

Paige.

Heart Beat.

Here is another poem for you.

Heart Beat.
Hum the beat of the heart.
Feel it in your veins.
Breathe within your lungs
Don’t forget your brain.
Echo of your soul.
Speak the last words.
Let everything else go.
It’s all just a curse.
You’re flying now.
Higher than the fluffy clouds.
Say goodbye to the you you once new
Breathe the breath of death.
Leave the book of life.
Let it all go.

I hope you like it.

Peace and Love.

From

Paige.