Okay, first don't get used to me doing this every day but I'm bored and friend just told me I have to do something...
See, I told you I was a writer and I haven't shown you anything which I admit is kinda mean, and she's dared me to show you a bit of the story I'm working on...
But before that let me explain something to you. I'm very into gaming, mainly PC games. And one day I was explaining the story line of one of my favourite games to a friend and she said that would make a cool movie. So I can't make movies but I think I can write a story and that's what this is...
If you want to check it out the game is called 'Grim Tales: The Bride'
By Elephant Games
And all credit goes to them for the story line, I just changed it slightly
Oh, and the bit at the top in italics is really from the game
Check out the game here:
http://www.bigfishgames.com/download-games/14022/grim-tales-the-bride/index.html
(That is Louisa)
GRIM TALES: THE BRIDE
(MY STORY)
****
My
sister was only thirteen when I saw her last. She had begged to come with me.
Our mother had died tragically. Our father disappeared under strange
circumstances soon after. I had no choice- I left Louisa in the care of our
nanny and left for school.
Years
have passed since that day. And now, out of the blue, I got an invitation. On
the very day we come of age, my twin sister, my delicate and naive Louisa is
getting married...
But
on the day of her wedding, witnesses say a dark figure pushed her into the
river. They never found her body, but it’s assumed she is dead... I must return
home, after eight long years and solve this mystery...
****
I stepped out of the car slowly and looked
around. The city seemed exactly same; eight years hadn't changed a
thing. People still walked up and down the main street, smiling and laughing. I
thanked my driver and grabbed my bag, still watching the people around me.
Where was Amanda? She said she would meet me here. Turning slowly I debated
about what to do. I could go sit in a cafe and wait or something until she
arrives or I could stay out here looking like an idiot. It was an easy choice
really.
Inside the cafe was warm and quite full;
tables and chairs had been placed close together, so it was almost impossible
for the wait staff to get though. My small town had grown since I was here. I
wonder if anyone would remember me.
“Excuse me, madam?” A smiling girl asked
me, pulling me from my thoughts, “My name is Melody. I’ll be your server today.
So, is there anything you’d like to drink?”
She looked vaguely familiar, but
I couldn't place her. She most likely grew up here and I knew her
face from the few social things we did when I was younger. I smiled at her,
“Just a cup of tea, please.”
“Would you like milk or sugar or both?”
“Both, thanks.”
She nodded and took the menu before
navigating the maze of the cafe again.
“Eleanor?” A voice asked, I turned slowly
as arms wrapped themselves were around me, “Oh, Ella, it is you!”
“Hello Amanda,” I mumbled, blushing
when I noticed people watching the scene before them.
She pulled back and smiled at me before
bringing the other chair closer to mine, “How are you? You have to tell me
everything, Sweetie. You haven’t changed one bit,” She paused thinking, “You
still look exactly like Louisa.”
I rolled my eyes, “She looks like me,
Amanda. I am the older one.”
“Yes, yes, of course, Sweetie, but only by
a few minutes,” She answered smiling.
“You haven’t changed either,” I said.
And she hadn't. She had same
beautiful dark eyes and long brown hair with only a few streaks of grey. She
looked the same as when I last saw her. Although, then she had been crying,
asking me not to leave.
“Lair,” She said shaking her head, “I’m
getting older and you know it.”
Melody returned with my tea, smiling she
turned to Amanda, “Hi Amanda, what can I get you?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Mel my dear, I’m fine.”
Melody nodded and turned to help another
table.
“She’s a sweet girl, that Mel. Her mother
was the same, shame about her dying so young,” Amanda looked thoughtful, “About
the same time as your mother died too.”
Not wanting to talk about my mother, I
quickly changed the subject, “Where’s Louisa? I thought she would be with you.
Is she back at the house?”
Amanda looked at me oddly, “Sweetie,
haven’t you heard?”
Confused I shook my head.
Her face softened, “Honey, she was pushed
off the bridge yesterday. The police are still looking for her body but they
think she is dead.”
END OF CHAPTER ONE
So now you've seen what I can write... please comment on what you thought about my story I really would love to know... Thanks
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