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Chapter One

The warmth of the summer sun heated the grass below. The elegant feet of ladies in heels and gents in their pristine polished shoes trod on the green grass. Thousands of people in pretty dresses, hats and suits walked around with their drinks in hands having a great time. In the distance, galloping hooves could be heard pounding the dry ground. The blue sky contrasted with the fresh green grass and the white fences around the track. At the bar there was a group of people chatting with their friends, laughing about the days events and counting their winnings. A typical day at the races.

A gentleman stood alone, sitting casually on a bar stool, he had his suit jacket hung over one shoulder. His blue eyes looked around as he took a shot of whisky. The gentleman ran his hands through his hair as he leaned against the bar. The choppy layers in his hair fell randomly, with the slight fringe falling to the side, just above his eyebrow, like a frame. Although it was a light brown, in the sun, his hair could have been mistaken for blonde, the light reflected and showed golden strands. The brown and gold tones matched perfectly with his blue eyes. This gentleman was clearly very conscious of his appearance, yet he made it look so easy to look so good.

He observed his surroundings, watched as people laughed and drank cocktails and champagne in the sun. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a girl walking at a very quick pace, with her shoes in her hand. She paused a second, looked around her and put her shoes on, she then pulled out the hair clip that she had been wearing and let her hair fall.  The young girl walked up to the vacant space in the bar, just happened to be next to the gentleman.

Her little black dress fitted her well; it clung tightly to her tanned skin. She wore a hat, it seemed the done thing to do in England at the races. Her golden blonde hair was curled and rested just above her shoulders. She glanced over at the lonely  gentleman and smiled at him.

“Hello” he said coyly, in his british accent, with a strong hint of London. “You look very beautiful” he sounded almost nervous.

The girl in the black dress turned around at his compliment. She looked positively stunning with her appearance and she seemed to ooze confidence. All the other women were clinging onto their men and yet this girl had just strolled up to the bar alone. The way she had smiled at him was like she didn’t know any other facial expression, it came so easy to her, to be happy. The gentleman probably expected to be knocked back with some comment about how he was ‘out of her league’, but instead she smiled that stunning smile again and glanced up through her fringe that hung sweetly in front of her face. Innocently, he reached up and moved the curl away from her eyes. He looked her in the eyes for the first time, those green eyes that glowed like emeralds and sparkled like diamonds.

“Thank you” she replied in a soft accent that hinted she had spent a lot of time in the American South.

“You’re not too bad yourself”, she said with a grin.

“Hello there, what can I get you Jack?” asked the bartender, interrupting their tender meeting.

“Whisky please, Cole. I’ll also get one for this beautiful lady in black” the gentleman winks at the young girl.

“I’ll have one of the same please” she returns her gaze to the gentleman. “First name terms with the bartender. You must come here pretty often” she jokes with him whilst the bartender gets their drinks. The gentleman takes the drinks from the barman, “I like to see what I can win” he replies with a mischievous smirk. “My name is Jack. You drink whiskey? You’re not like the other girls around here”.

“Lily-Rose. Why would I want to be them, when I can be me?”, she takes her drink from Jack’s hands, they touch for a second, the warmth of their skin seems inviting. More people approach the bar, making conversation hard between the two. “Lets get outta here, Jack”, Lily-Rose paused before saying his name. Having always been good with people and men in particular, Lily-Rose was no stranger to a charming gent, but for some reason Jack was one who intrigued her.

Together, they walked away from the bar and the massive crowd. They walked in silence for a while, something about one another made them revert to childlike manners, being shy around each other, with nothing but a coy smile. “Lets go to the stables, I want to see what I’m betting on” says Jack as he strolls with his left hand in his pocket and his whiskey in the right. Something about him just seems so relaxed, so calming.

The noise of the crowd slowly fades away into the distance and instead is replaced by the sound of horses neighing and pounding the ground with their hooves. After a short while, Lily-Rose and Jack approach the stables, a jockey waves to Jack and greets him. The Jockey is walking a beautiful Chestnut Gelding, he looks stunning and proud next to his rider and is calm and placid whilst he talks. His strong, muscular body suggests the horse has done a lot of training for this race, it looked healthy and happy. The horse nudges Lily-Roses arm in an attempt to gain her attention. Lily-Rose goes to stroke the horse whilst the men engage in short conversation about the race.

The conversation is short but friendly as if they had known each other a long time. As the jockey leaves, Lily-Rose comments “Is there anyone you’re not close to here?”. She perches herself upon a bale of hay, crosses her ankles and leans back onto her arms. Her positioning accentuates almost every curve in her body, with the figure hugging black dress, she looked unbelievable.
“You” Jack swirls the ice in his whiskey and smiles back at Lily-Rose, it’s almost impossible for him to look anywhere else, but he tries. He glances out towards the racetrack but then returns his eyes to Lily-Rose.

“Oh just me is it. Well all that could change” Lily-Rose replies playfully and shoots her whiskey down in one. Jack’s eyes widen a little at the sight. “I’m from the American south, can’t you british boys keep up”. Jack smirks at her, subtly surprised and downs his drink in one, he places the empty glass next to her leg.

“I can keep up. But that was my third, so I’m thinking its you that needs to catch up” Jack winks at Lily-Rose.
She slides herself off the haybale placing her body very close to Jacks, so their shoulders touch. Placing one hand on his shoulder, she pulls herself closer to him and whispers in his ear; “That was my fifth”. He turns to her and they can feel each others breath on their faces, they smile and she walks away.  

A Beautiful Lie (New book preview)

“He called me beautiful, thats what he did. He looked at me, in my tight black dress and said ‘You look very beautiful’. Sexy, hot, neither of these words did he choose. Beautiful, he said. Very beautiful, and from then on it began”. A stunning young american girl is pacing the small sized room with her arms folded, her glittery, red dress sweeps along the floor behind her. A gentleman sits on the bed watching her in silence. Her soft southern accent sounds harsh, almost bitter with every word she says. Her hair in tight curls, rested just above her shoulders. The girl sits down on a chair.

“I tried to talk to a friend about it but she was useless. You see, Abigail lives in this powder puff world whereby no-one ever steps a foot out of line. Jack did exactly that though, picked up both feet and jumped right in, causing trouble. Of course, Abigail wouldn’t believe he would do such a thing, in her world people choose one person and spend the rest of their lives together, being happy. Us realists know better though. We understand that it ain’t how it works in the real world. People change, people get bored. People need excitement. Now I’m not saying I went out to wreck Jack’s little family. That was not my intention at all.  I’m saying it happens and I don’t regret a thing”.
The girl in the red dress relaxed back in the chair, she placed her hands in her lap whilst still retaining her posture. The room was dark, it was lit by candles dotted around the room. In the subtle glow of the flame you could make out shapes of furniture in the room; the bed, the wardrobe, the desk and the chair that was being sat on by a young lady named Lilly-Rose Johnson. Her blonde curls had relaxed after being tugged on in the fight and her mascara had run down her face along with the tears, but all that had dried up now and her hair had fallen into loose waves, she somehow still looked beautiful. The red glitter from her dress had scattered itself all over the room, it shone sporadically in the candlelight. Opposite her you could see the shadow of the person she was talking to, he was tall, with the same green eyes as Lilly-Rose. They were the kind of eyes that glittered all the time and the kind of eyes that seemed to entice you no matter how much you tried to resist. Lilly-Rose’s eyes glanced over to the distant corner of the room. It was too dark to make out what was in the corner.
“Oh and as for Jacks wife? She attacked me, it was clearly self defence”. Lilly-Rose stands and turns to leave, checking the mirror on the way out. The gentleman heads to the door in front of Lilly-Rose and blocking her exit, his blonde hair, the same shade as hers, is a mess and there is blood on his suit.

“You seem far too relaxed for someone who’s just done what you’ve done. There is a body in the corner. A body that you have just beaten to death. What are you going to do about it?” he said in a whisper, but still the emotion was there. Anger, disgust, possibly even hatred for what his sister had just done.
“Get off of me” Lilly-Rose screamed at the top of her lungs, staring her brother coldly in the eyes. “No!” This was then followed by a shrill, terrifying scream by Lilly-Rose. She pulled her brother, in his bloodstained suit and dragged him into the opposite corner to the body. Resting her head on his chest she whispered “Self defence. Unprovoked attack and no-one need know anything else”. The bedroom door swung open and the maid entered, following Lilly-Rose and Glenn’s gaze, they witnessed the body. Blood had soaked into the carpet and the dress of the victim was stained. Lilly-Rose sobbed into her brothers shirt. The maids ran to get help, screaming as they exited. “You’re gonna stick up for your baby sister, right Glenn? Family first yeah?” She gazed up at Glenn. Ignoring her looks, he still stared at the door and said “What about their family Lilly. Who’s gonna stick up for them”.

New story

Isnt it funny? As human beings we can be so intelligent and yet so ignorant to the obvious. We could build great machines to help us grow and evolve and yet at the same time be completely blind to the fact using your bare hands instead of oven gloves isn't a wise idea. As teenagers we sit there through numerous teachings about sexual education and yet still it bemuses people when they get pregnant after 'just one time'. And that I believe is down to our ignorance. Our selfish idea of life and how it wouldn't happen to us. We all seem to assume that we are somewhat protected from reality and its dangers. But why? I mean we are just flesh and bone, just the same as every other human being. Nothing more and nothing less than anyone else on this planet. And yet for some bizarre reason we cannot comprehend the idea of danger. Our parents and teachers drill it into us although our inate desire for thrills and rebellion is what drives us more than their words of wisdom.

I trusted her, that will be my excuse to my mum as to why I didn't wear my seatbelt that night. Of course I would trust my best friend. 

She could drive whereas I couldn't and although she was a bit of a mad driver I never felt fear. I would get in her car and even at speeds of 100mph all I could feel was the wind through my fingers as I carelessly held them out of the window. We were both alike in our enjoyment of life and our belief in fate and whatever is supposed to happen will happen. However shrouded in our ignorance we blindly forgot that bad things can and will happen to good people.

Lost In Stereo: Chapter One. (Loosely based on Reading Fest 2012)

It was the early hours of Thursday 24th of August and the majority of the neighbourhood was asleep. The quiet desolate street, and dew covered grass was lit by street lights dotted around corners and houses. However in one small house within the cul-de-sac a quiet beeping alarm could be heard being emitted from a mobile phone. A young girl, with long blonde hair, raises herself onto one arm and grabs the mobile telephone and dismisses the alarm, silencing the house once again. 

Amy Stride lived with her mum in a small town, where she had friends, a job and was happy with her life. At the age of 19, she enjoyed partying with friends and having a laugh, however work commitments had left her unable to socialise as much as she would have liked. But this weekend was the weekend of one of the biggest music festivals of the year and Amy was pleased to be going. 4.00am was the time shown on the phone. Amy sighed. Unpleasent as this hour was, it would all be worth it in the end. In a few hours she would be camping with friends and enjoying many live bands. This weekend was Reading Festival. After much deliberation, Amy had decided to go despite her best friend bailing on her in the final weeks. Instead she would be going with a collegue from work and her best friend. It was Hannah who was driving to the festival and had decided that 4am was a reasonable time to go in order to miss traffic and get a good camping spot. Originally this had seemed like a good idea, but at 4 o clock in the morning, there's not much that sounds like a good idea, except tea. Tea is always a good idea, no matter what the time. 

Sitting downstairs, all packed and ready to go, Amy glanced over to the pile by the door. The pile consisted of a suitcase, a large bag, tent, chair and sleeping bag, anyone would think she was going for a month, not 5 days. Amy always overpacked. The amount of stuff made it almost impossible to get in or out of the hallway. 

4.30am is a strange time. Not much happens, the sun hasn't risen yet, everything's still dark, streetlights still illuminate the pavements below and the neighbours who moved in down the road and bought their Cockerel makes its usual morning call. Sitting downstairs in the living room listening to her ipod through headphones so as to not wake the rest of the house, Amy had created a Reading Festival playlist and was thinking about which songs she was most looking forward to hearing this weekend. Amy tucked her hair behind her ears and took a sip from her second cup of tea that morning, caffiene was needed at this time in the morning. She put the cup down onto the coffee table and glanced at her phone, it was ringing and the called id said Hannah. Pulling the headphones out of her ears she answered the call. 

"Hey, you alright. Sorry I'm late. We've got a slight problem.." said Hannah. The time was 5.25am and Hannah was indeed late, not that Amy had noticed. 

"That's fine. Whats the problem" asked Amy. She could hear Hannah's friend Billie in the background on the phone to someone. She could tell the 'slight problem' was going to be a bit more than an inconvenience. 

"My cars broken down. We were just on our way to yours and stopped to get petrol and now we're stuck at the side of the road, awaiting the recovery company." 

Amy rolled her eyes. It's always more difficult when you're entrusting someone else with things such as transport. However, things like this couldn't be helped. Hannah said that she wasn't too sure how long they were going to be as they had said around about an hour, but you never could be too sure with recovery companies. Amy seized this delay as an opportunity to catch some sleep and headed upstairs, setting her alarm for an hours time. 

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Hey, kinda new to this kind of malarkey...

Basically, I'm 19 years of age and I like to write. I like to write scripts, stories, parodies and other kind of random texts.

On this thing I will upload my stories and writings for you to enjoy, laugh at, cry with or whatever! :) Enjoy xxx

Seeing is Believing part 2

Scene 3

(Stage right goes black. Stage left lights up)

Michael: Hey babe, just thought I'd give you a bell before I head to work but obviously you're busy... give me a call back when you can okay... Love you!

Scene 4

(Sarah's sitting in the corner of the room, scantily clad with just a blanket covering her. She seems worried, biting her nails. Luke is asleep in a bed. He awakes suddenly, coughing)

Sarah: Luke? Luke are you okay? Want me to call a Doctor?

Luke: No, I just need a glass of water. Something's not right!

Sarah: I agree.

Luke: Anyone else and I could understand...

Sarah: I'm sorry.

Luke: I didn't think this would happen ever again.

Sarah: No, me neither.

Luke: I mean, Michael, MICHAEL!

Sarah: I know. Tonight should have never happend.

Luke: Absolutely. Get your clothes on now!

Sarah: Alright, alright, I'm going. I'll stay out of your way from now on. I promise.

Luke: Hell no, we're going to see Michael, right now!

Sarah: What! You can't tell him, it will destroy him!

Luke: He needs to know!

Sarah: You're going to walk in there and tell him that you and I slept together and expect that to not break his heart! Smart one! I won't let you!

(She holds herself against the door. Luke grabs her arms and holds them to her chest)

Luke: You stupid girl! Right now I have more important things to worry about than what happened between us. I'm not going to tell him. You see that ambulance following that police van...

(Sirens ring in the background. Sarah nods, crying)

I'm almost certain that they are heading towards Tesco to see to your boyfriend! Something has gone wrong at his work and you need to trust me.

Sarah: How do you know?

Luke: Trust me.

Sarah: How though!? You set this up didn't you? Sleep with me and then hurt Mike! You monster!

Luke: You're being delirious! I had a dream.

Sarah: Who are you? Martin Fucking Luther!

Luke: I'm Luke. Now for once in your life trust someone. Trust me! I'm nothing special, but I have these dreams. 90% of the time, they're true. Can we go now! We really need to see if your BOYFRIEND is safe!

Sarah: (She handcuffs him to the bed) I don't need, or WANT to know why you have these. But I do want to know what the fuck is going on!

Tell. Me. Everything. I will not be lead on a wild goose chase! Sit down and tell me why I should beleive a word you say!

Luke: Because it happened before! I lost my girlfriend! Because I sat at home, not doing anything about the dream. We need to go. Mike is in DANGER!

Sarah: Tell me more!

Luke: FINE! All started when I was dating a girl called Lauren. She was a beautiful girl, a dancer. So talented, she was going to make it big! One night we had a row. She drove off and I went to sleep. I had a dream. It was a horrible dream, it woke me up straight away. But I didn't think anything of it. The dream was that she'd been killed in an accident.

Sarah: Oh my God! How nice of you. Fall out with your girl, leave her to die. You're a fucking Psycho!

Luke: It wasn't like that, I loved her. I didn't mean for it. I just didn't help her. Seeing her there, in my dreams, lying there - lifeless. It was so so scary. So I got up, went to my cupboard and started necking vodka. I thought it would help me forget. But the images were still there. Engraved forever in the back of my mind.

(Sarah hesitates, she can sense the honesty in Lukes voice. She sits next to him)

Then the paramedics rang. They said that Lauren had been in an accident and she was asking for me. She'd been paralised from the hips down. Laying there for two hours before an ambulance was called. All that whilst I was necking vodka, she was wishing for me.

Sarah: What happened?

Luke: I never saw her again. I couldn't bring myself to see that gorgeous face in pain. That beautiful girl whose life I had ruined.

Sarah: Come on. I'll drive, we need to get to mike!

(She undoes the handcuffs)