Chapter 3 (continued)

Be that as it may, the rational thinking avoided his voice. And, with the nothing explaination i felt my body's warmth again like the warmth of my mum's hug when i was sick with the flu. But as my eyes met with Taybor's, i realised that it wasn't her. His eyes did all of the talking, when his lips quivered with questioning my behaviour.
Heavily sighing, I begged for Hayley to let me get back to the reality that yearned for my help. Without hesitation i found my lips caressing Taybours perfectly plump lips. Oh how i wished for the moment to last forever.His breath smelt and tasted of the bitter yet sweet sensation of complete happiness. I am in love, he is in love. Like the force of a magnet to metal, we found it hard to pull ourselves from eachother. Then, like a train hitting a car parked on the tracks, i remembered.
"Hayley!" I wailed.

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Throwing Mountains: Chapter 3

We were like the fresh meant. As if at a new high school, trying to blend in with the crowd. It was a blur that caused us to consumed the brainwashed sickness; disorientated by the gleam of white which reflected from the preacher to the followers.
Continuous prayers were chorused until I found myself reciting them. Oh how I became eager to kneel in front of the ghost of a man! I barely realised, let alone could control myself from willingly luring into his presence, openly giving what he wanted. My soul? My body? I almost felt at peace from the horror that had placed itself upon my small home town, the description could almost entail that I was floating above my own body watching myself give in.
An absence of my body from my state of mind. Vividly, I saw Taybor shaking me from the trance and yet my body refused his awakening. My eyes clenched away from the reality that tried to distract me from the preachers beauty. His voice was long, deep and slower than what it usually sounded like, and as my lightly floating spirit scoped the room, I tried convincing myself that it was all a dream. However, as my eyes scanned the bodies of others praising the man, Hayley looked up.It was not as dream, she wanted me to know something. Could she have done this to me.
 She was crying, her eyes wide with a sense of fear. "At last i could hear her speak,'' I thought to myself as I waved my arms to call her attention.
'Come to me,' she beckoned and with her word, my spirit flew straight to her, as if she controlled me.
"What's going on?" I cried, my voice faded into an evaporated soundless pipe. She did not answer, anxiously i looked for one but all i could hear was the echo of Taybor.
"Sam!" he boomed, "Wake Up!"
...
(chapter to be continued)

Never under estimate Friendship...

Can any of us sum up the true beauty of friendship?

I understand it be the one you laugh and cry with, the person who listens when they have bigger problems and the person who pushes you in the right direction.

But really,

Friendship is the sisterly connection that is so strong that even through a long distance obstacle,

it will never become weak from supporting or perish from unconditional love it implodes.

xxx

Throwing Mountains: Chapter 2

As I rushed through the screen door of my abandoned country home, my heart ached sadly for justice. I could not bring myself to absorb the stench of the rotted spaghetti my mother was preparing the night the clan dragged them away. The pantry door screeched painfully as I looked for supplies, vividly seeing my weakling self cowering under the shelf dusted with corn flour. I stared down at the clothes I had, still the flour marked its memory on me, like fingerprints forever there. I passed the family portraits, refusing to recognise the faces that I had let down.

I found myself in Hayley’s unicorn and fairy filled room, cringing at the mirror that hit my reflection of shame with a thin layer of dust. I could still hear her, laughing and calling to me. Her gold cross hung on the corner of the mirror; I reached for it and put it around my neck. I shook my head in disbelief as I saw Hayley standing behind me; I turned around in fear of my insanity. She was beautiful and white as she gleamed a smile my direction.

“Let’s go throw them mountains,” she smiled and ran out of the room. Instinctively, I followed her, pinching myself as I did. If it was a dream, I would have already woken up to the pain I inflicted. As I found her again, she was standing next to my father’s safe. He kept everything there, money, jewellery, and more importantly, his weapons.

“What are you waiting for, Sammy?” she questioned as she taped her baby pink nails on the safe’s rusted padlock. I felt the colour come back to my cheeks as I gulped the fear away. She looked over to the bed, where the keys laid and then back to me with a glimpse of excitement in her cheeks. I followed her eyes hesitantly; she wanted me to get the guns. I nodded and turned for the keys; I rushed to the safe and unlocked it quickly. I pulled the four guns from the safe, the bullets and a handful of cash. I did not know whether Hayley was real, or my mind playing tricks on me, but I liked to think she was my angel, helping me find justice. Already feeling so used of her, I noticed straight away she left

“Sam?” Taybor called, with the screen door clashing behind him.

“Shut up!” I hissed as I hastily ran to him, “Remember, we are trying to be discrete.” Taybor denied the glare I gave him, as I shoved the shotgun into his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised with deep regret.

“It’s okay,” I insisted as I pulled him back to reality, “We just gotta focus.”

The Irony was strong as we both stared into each other’s eyes, forgetting our promise of friendship. Trembling, we turned away, realising we were risking heart break. I took one last look at the life that once was, took a deep breath and like a ghost, I shut the screen door after Taybor.

The Clan was brawny, more powerful than anything the town could defy against. Not even our distress calls were being answered from beyond the town’s limits. Of course, we did not know who they were or what they wanted. Our gang named them the Clan, because they dressed all the same, looked all the same and they brought terror to our humble town. I, however, was convinced they were aliens and yet Taybor and Lulu thought I was just too imaginative for such a serious matter.

Lulu.

I had almost forgotten the emptiness in my wish of her existence.

We made our way quite slowly down the deserted main street of Devindale, its silence was broken by the occasional gunshot. My heart was rapidly beating through my chest, like a drummer boy making his last beat. I looked over at Taybor across the road from me, crouching on the ground like a soldier, gripping his shot gun. His eyes immediately widened signally danger.

I froze in fear and felt my breath seize the only comforting thought I had.

“The maggots are starting to squirm,” screeched a walkie talkie from the other side on the car I was hiding behind. A infinite cold giggle grew closer. I peered under the engine, aware of the bloodied bare feet dragging along the ground. I could not understand why a person from the Clan would not wear shoes. Crawling roughly on my stomach, I went underneath the car, managing to keep the sound of movement to a minimum. I didn’t remove my stare from the man’s wounded feet.

Taybor’s lips silently told me to run for it but it was too late, I was stuck under the car. Taybor came to his knees, curious at my sudden gutlessness. I kept hearing a distant noise that seemed to make me shudder, something about this wasn’t right. I jolted as my eyes met with Hayley’s. She was screaming at me, “RUN!” and yet, she was soundless.

As I held my breath and wished for an escape I threw myself for the man’s ankles and reefed them under the car. His body plummeted to the bitumen and the sudden surprise husked through his shriek.

“What the hell?!” He baffled angrily as he fumbled for his rifle. He kicked hard as I tried to pin him down; the force smacked my head against the cars exhaust.

“Don’t move!!” Taybor commanded from above the man with his shotgun, pressing it hard on his scuffed cheek. The cold black eyes of the man soullessly pieced through Taybor’s heart, spitting at his feet with a yellow smile. Without a thought, Taybor struck the man with a hateful force which knocked the man out.

“C’mon, we gotta take his clothes,” he said.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, now hurry up!”

I pulled myself from underneath the car, taking the man’s rifle and putting it over my shoulder. I wasn’t quite sure what Taybor was planning to do, but instead of questioning, I just did it.

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My body tossed and turned as I slumbered into the memories of terror and Hayley’s voice calling to me from her body’s resting place. I jolted and awoke to the flickering of the gas lamp. My blurred eyes came to show the clam member tied up tightly on the barber’s chair, weakly struggling.

“Ready, Sam?” Taybor whispered as his hand gently touched my forehead. I peered up to him, with an obvious love.

“It’s now or never,” I replied, “But what about him?” I asked as I looked back over to the scum of the man

“It’ll be a long time before anyone finds him,” he smirked as he helped me up from the ground.

We tried to dress the same as the clan by stealing some of the black clothes from Target. Even though there was no one around, I still felt horrible doing it. Of course we got dressed in the store and made our way out of the sliding doors. We definatley looked and felt the part. We planned to sneak in as members of the clan and free our friends.

“All units back to base” screeched the walkie talkie which we took from the man, “I repeat: All units back to base”. Taybor and I rushed from the footpath, covered in smashed glass on to the road and ran towards the only thing that looked like it had some sort of life. The old hospital perched up on the highest soil hill of Devindale. Taybor held my hand as we ran; we both didn’t want to let go of the reassuring notion that was keeping us alive.

We had only been walking for a couple of minutes when we managed to hitch a ride from a jeep driving my Clan members. They did not take a second look at us, so we acted like we knew what was going on and joined them in the crowded car.

“Greetings friends,” they chorused as we sat down, their eyes curiously happy and widened with a psychotic adaptation of love.

“Greetings,” we replied, both unsure of the expression we were to give them. They must have heard my heart beat through my chest the whole while we were confined. I gripped Taybor’s hand and kept it close and made sure my weapons were easy to get to. It was not long awaiting the hospital that we started noticing everyone’s behaviour, almost as if they had been programmed or brainwashed. They walked in step and everyone smiled as they greeted each other with a star of joylessness.  I smirked at Taybor with a look that told him that I was right, and that they were aliens. Glaring at me to take this seriously, he opened the door and got out of the still vehicle. I followed unwillingly.

“Just remain calm,” he whispered through his shirt.

Like the others, we smiled and greeted as we made our way through the main entrance. Suddenly our eyes became engrossed on the sight of all the people we loved bowing down and chorusing in prayers. I think we stopped for a moment; just to make sure what we saw was real.  The man standing before them was so white and pure, that we rubbed our eyes to believe it. What the hell was happening? We questioned ourselves through and through.

To be continued…

Finally Throwing My Mountains

I am kinda sick of being, just that other girl. I find myself looking at my friends as they are so beautiful and so unique, a jealousness has covered me like a thick black cloud forms over the skies during a storm. I am sick of seeing myself as just a loser and I would like to share with you all, the first chapter of the book I have written... It would mean a real lot to me, if you took your time out of a busy schedule from creating ur own blog to read it. Please leave comments, i need to know if someone out there could see that there is more to me that meets the eye ...

THROWING MOUNTAINS
[ Chapter One ]

As I stole the last nervous breath of air, I cleared my mind. My eyes clenched tightly as I said to myself, “Don’t let go”. My brow was soaked in desperate sweat and yet my lips were as dry and cracked like the deserted plan in which we were. I could not find the strength to hold on or to let go. Longingly, her tears streamed down her face, however her body did not struggle, her eyes widened and her expression became solemn.



“I’ll be fine,” she whispered, her sombreness leaked through her voice, “I love you, Sammy.”


My heart dropped along with my chain of thought, unable to find the words to tell her it would be okay. She was my baby sister, barely seven with her whole life ahead of her. For all I knew she was the only family I had left.


Suddenly, her delicate hand slipped through my grip and silently, my screams did but fall after her. It was the longest minute of my life as I yearned to reach for my little sister. Tragedy, taking the form of someone I love.


Before I realised it, the daylight broke through the star filled sky and pulled me from complete misery. I felt that even my blurred eyes could not rest upon the sight of Hayley’s indescribable body. With a lonely howl, I forced my weak body to stand, knowing that needed to find help and a safe place to protect myself from the enemy.


Unaware of a coarse engine straining its way closer to me, I stared blankly ahead as I made my path across the deserted road.


“Sam!” a seemingly endless screech called to me from over the roar of the engine. I was abruptly spear tackled by a familiar thought as they clutched my limp body. I turned to and collapsed into his stable grasp. In my heart, I knew Taybor would find me, whatever it took.


Although the question of Hayley swarmed his vacant expression, he knew that my teary eyes held the answer. For a moment, I refused to do anything but hold a tightly clutch around him. Eventually, he pulled back, gently breathing as he placed his hand under my chin, insisting for my eye contact. People often say that eyes are the windows to the soul, yet I felt I was incapable and undeserving to own one. I tried to close them.


“You know what a wise person once said to me?” He asked with kindness.


“What?” I questioned uncaringly, still clenching my eyes tightly, trying to leave this life; taking my mind somewhere else.


“When life throws rocks at you,” he began, recalling what Hayley said a couple of days ago. I shot my eyes out bitterly at first, speculating why he thought he had the right to mention a truth about her. I realised what he was demanding me to reflect.


“...turn around and throw mountains back,” I finished. And, with that, my ambition snapped back into its rhythmic pattern. My eyes grew wider with Taybor’s lopsided smirk joining my motivation. With a sudden shot of courage, my legs sprinted for the door of the still shuddering rust bucket. I yanked the car into gear, forcing the accelerator to move the tired wheels. Taybor, with an eager mind, swiftly moved to the passenger’s side, just making it in time. Without a word to each other, our eyes were fixated on the sunset which burnt the broad horizon.

(to be continued)

23

The Most Mind Blowing facts about 23





I find myself becoming obsessed with this number that i almost feel it truely has a meaning of life. My school diary is riddled with the number 23, everytime i look at a clock or a calender it is the first number i seek. I post this to you all 2:36 pm on the 23rd of May ...

School is G.A.Y!

I have come to the conclusion that school is G.A.Y! (generally against youth) So, being such THE silent rebel, I am NOT going to go to school tomorrow. THERE! TAKE THAT SOCIETY!..I just know they will be lost without one more of there misguided youth being imprisoned in such an unholy fortress. Of course, i am not dramatizing... what are you thinking? I am completely in-key with my maturity and knowledge of a good education, knowing that it will get me somewhere.