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Making You Mine...

Author's note: What inspired me to write this piece? Wow, let's see. Um... all my fiction work is actually just...  Show full author's note »
Author's note: What inspired me to write this piece? Wow, let's see. Um... all my fiction work is actually just a really twisted version of things that do go on this world and I try to incorporate a lot of maturity and importance as well as comedy and action. I realised people are taken from their normal lives and are forced into situations where they feel as if they do only have two choices and in their case neither sound endearing, I just really wanted to spread the this message. Please post this everywhere, this can help you anytime...
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Walk of shame. That’s what they called it, right? I certainly felt shamed. I wrapped my parker coat as tightly as possible around my frozen body; the thin and crisp material barely reaching my knees, only hanging just below my dress. I had been out all night. I’m Grace and I’d spent the night out with my best friend Chastity. Who found it in her to leave me here in my short clothing and smudged make-up drowned in drink and shame. I was taking my walk of shame at six o clock
I love this chapter, can I just say thank you to my mother for inspiring this chapter on a trip to London. This isn't going to reach you though 'cause it'll just make you boast.
in the morning.
This was London, so even because of the peculiar time people were still up and about - and staring. They stared at me. They had all seen it before, the drunken teenager, the blonde with the short dress. But still they stared.
So, now there was a brunette with bright blue eyes in an extremely provocative dress wandering around London at night. Morning. Whatever. Grace Hammond you damn idiot.
I thought of home. Home. Just the very thought of it comforted my mind. I imagined crackling fires and roast dinners. I can remember the rain gently tapping and rolling down the window as I sat and watched TV with my border collie Lexi. I’d be home alone, I usually was. Father worked for the government, busy was an understatement. To say he lived in his office would be more adequate. We don’t talk about mother, ever. Father doesn’t want to. I don’t want to. There was no argument in that case. I try not to think of her. Would you think of your mother if she was killed, and killed was being delicate? Indelicate? She was murdered.
Then once again the thoughts of home swarmed my mind. I felt warm. Then reality hit me, home was three long and cold miles away. And once again, I felt very cold.
I sat down on a wooden bench.
In Memory of Elizabeth Benjamin
1956 – 2004
Death is just so intimidating isn’t it? I kicked of my heels, the heavy shoes landing about a meter away, and curled my feet around. I just needed to stop, just for one moment. I don’t know why. I wasn’t tired, I was just cold. And I only wanted to sit down for a short while.
It was quiet now. Eerie. In a sinister way. The last people that wandered this barren street had just dipped round a corner. Now I was alone. I was just scaring myself . I know that. Imagining the dark figures that meandered throughout London. The psychos and criminals. Sudden thoughts of the notorious jack the ripper filled my mind and I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.
“That’s it!” I screeched. Making a lot more noise than I hoped so. A part of me, a stupid part of me hoping this was a way of scaring of the monsters. I bent down, my pale fingers reaching out towards my shoes. My bare feet on the dirty concrete ground, sending shivers up my spine.
Something moved. I swear something moved. It was a blur, a shadow? Just a trick of the light? It – was? Wasn’t it? That’s when I knew I should have run at that point. I knew I needed to run. But I didn’t. I stayed still, bent over, my hands just touching my shoes. Oh hell I should have run.
“Hello, Girly.”

Dear Mother,
An Interesting Encounter,
Girly. That’s my name for her. I found her today, wandering around, chilled to the bone. A most amusing find, I must say so myself. And rather rewarding. I think she’ll be fun. Don’t you? She is rather selcouth, and rather beautiful. In an odd way. She must be the twelfth competitor, she must. And I will make her mine.
I already have all the others and the challenge is ready to be put into place. I think it is all going rather smoothly. She hates me. I know that.
But life is life, and life isn’t fair. I know that.
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JustExisting said...
Nov. 26, 2017 at 12:10 pm
please write moreeeeeeeeeeee
candyfromhawaii said...
Oct. 28, 2016 at 3:10 pm
yes moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee please
EstherC said...
May 19, 2015 at 7:56 pm
I love this! You haveee to continue it.
The_Fantasy_Life said...
May 19, 2015 at 2:03 pm
Amazing... You have NO choice, but to finish... PLEASE!!!
Cheshirekat said...
Jul. 11, 2014 at 3:31 pm
Wow you have to finish this!
bubbles6 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 28, 2014 at 8:51 am
You should right more, I really can't wait to see where this goes.
LostInStereo said...
Feb. 11, 2014 at 5:49 pm
The storyline is unique, which makes the story very entertaining. However, I agree with the other commenters when they say to check your grammar. Also, be sure to stay in the same tense throughout the entire story. I do the same thing when I write. I begin writing in past or present, and end up in the other. It helps immensely with the flow of the story if you are sure to stay in a single one. Also, it doesn't make sense if the story is in present tense one sentence, and past in the next. Good... (more »)
RoseRatchet said...
Jan. 20, 2014 at 6:41 pm
uniqueish idea, please continue and please check your grammer.
RoseRatchet replied...
Jan. 20, 2014 at 6:43 pm
*grammar, also please ignore the irony of these comments
FallenAngel170198 said...
Apr. 9, 2013 at 9:15 am
Write more please? :D this is awesome
HeLLo2u2 said...
Nov. 28, 2012 at 11:46 am
this was realy good but id go through it againg and cheak your spelling and gramar.
RachelB2 said...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 7:33 am

"i kicked and trashed"

no, you didn't trash, you thrashed

Cheshirekat replied...
Jul. 11, 2014 at 3:02 pm
The irony of this statment is killing me..
RachelB2 said...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 7:29 am

Hey Rachel here

great book and i actually think that it wasn't just cjrlotte using my accoung which she made for me...

FULLSTOP said...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 4:25 am

HI!!! annoying psycho here...


a) this is an AMMAZING BOOK

b) whilst it deserves comments, try this: comment on other people's work, and ask them to look at yours when they do. It works

FULLSTOP replied...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 4:26 am
actually, can you look at some of my work? 
Renegade9891 replied...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 4:52 am
kk, I'm a looking.
FULLSTOP replied...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 5:09 am
k btw Lou Lou i can't find ur orum. wassitcalled?
Renegade9891 said...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 3:48 am

Hello, everyone. 

I would really appreciate it if you could all vote and comment. I would love comments even if they are negative. I, as a writer, still have LOADS to learn.

Thank you,


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