Marked…
By Oliver The Writer
@OliverTheWriter
Oliverthewriter.blogspot.com
A/N- Greetings! Now what has happened
since “Believe”? Well… I got into the Brook Hill School in Texas! So I’m
boarding there! I won some poetry competitions and signed up for camp
Nanowrimo! So the following is the novel that I wrote then. I’d like to thank everyone
involved in “City Youth” a program from Breathe City Church. Iona, Alex, Rob
and all the City Youth boys and girls. I would like to say thanks to Mum as
well for helping me and supporting me. I also got a new notebook and trying to
publish “Gifted” A Christian novel. I also decided to listen to Alex Day as I
write. I hope you enjoy reading!
Now some
short stories with my characters. 1st, Recycled with Noah and Felix.
2nd, Carrot cake, where we meet IQ
Recycled.
A/N This
is before marked , a normal day in Idris
I
casually went outside with cardboard and bin bags, as others had plastic
sledges! Noah slinked out of his house, with a state of the art sleigh, giving
me a dirty look. I laughed, sledging in Idris almost never happens, so I made
the most of it. I hastily climbed in to my bin bag, and skidded and twisted
around the hill, laughing having fun. Then I heard a different laugh, one of a
rich boy. “Noah” I whispered “Ugh.”
He spun
and flew down the hill like a bird. I watched, mesmerised, watching him move
gracefully down the hill. Bin bag boy. That’s me… Noah’s marked body moving
made me feel intimidated by my two measly marks…
“I know
what you’re thinking”
“What?”
“You want
marks… And a sled”
“Watch
it!”
“Bin Bag
Boy!”
“Nerd”
“You can
get some”
“Some
what?”
“Some
marks, with a stele, I’ve done it loads of times!”
“And I
don’t know how!”
“Let me
do it then!”
“I wish I
could”
“You can
have speed, strength, magic, anything!”
“Wait…”
“If I must…”
Noah said.
Suddenly,
Jason walked out.
“DO THE
HARLEM SHAKE!!” He screamed, sending me laughing in the snow.
I stood
up, wet, soaking and still laughing. “What was that for?”
“SLENDERMAN
IS BEHIND YOU!”
“Are you
mental Jason? There is nothing there but a snow angel!” I said, demonstrating
by turning around.
“Sorry, I
like being random” Jason muttered
“We’ve
noticed” Noah said. Jason rolled a snowball, and chucked at me, I caught it and
threw it at Noah, right in the nose. I gave a slight chuckle. Noah threw
another, and another until a massive snowball war broke out. I laughed. I felt
happy. When suddenly my bin bag flew away. We chased after it, laughing and
screaming until Jason grabbed it. I felt happy, even eco sleds matter.
“You
should get one”
“Not the
mark thing again…” I muttered
“No, a
sled, I’ll get you one”
“Thanks”
Then I
realised that I couldn’t feel my feet. I ran inside the institute, and put my
feet up by the fire with my mug of hot cocoa. Tired I took a doze, sleeping and
dreaming.
I’m
having shortcake with Jason and Noah, but suddenly he gets his knife out and
marks me again. I scream at the pain but it’s already done. I fainted and…
My eyes
opened, a new day again. Noah’s there with 2 sledges, one for...me? I took it…
and another day off laughing began. Snowballs, falling and sledging…and hot
cocoa by the fire.
But there
was a stele in his pocket…
The End
Carrot Cake
I love to write, like write write.
You know, the one with a pencil and paper. The one you do whist watching manga.
The one you illustrate using online tutorials. The one that starts with carrot
cake. A nice, cinnamon carrot cake with a cup of tea. One sugar. And a ginger
biscuit.
I
write anything. Novels, Books, Poems, Screenplays. Anything. Utopia and
Dystopia. Magic and Romance. Short and
long. And a little bit of graphic novel.
My notepad has a thin black swirly
cover and a rainbow coloured spin, looping the pages together. I draw, write
and doodle in there. I guess it’s fun. I guess it’s cool. Maybe a bit like
therapy sometimes.
I’m George, though everyone calls me
IQ. Cause I’m braining, smart, nerdy. Crazy (A bit).
I love to watch a film or read a book
every night, I barley sleep, just enjoy carrot cake and read. When people ask
me what I like, I say carrot cake, because I know in my head, I mean writing.
The one thing I truly adore. Then Totoro, but this isn’t about that.
I went to see a fellow writer today.
The lent my another film by the people who made
totoro, and two classic dystopians.1984 and cosmopolis! I snuggled up
with them before bed…not in that way.
Did you think of it like that?
Well, this writer was studying at an
university, and I was so happy to meet him. I got some scrambled eggs, a cereal
bar and… of course…Carrot Cake. It was delicious. I wondered why they called it
“Good” Friday. But still, he was amazing, he taught me a lot today.
We then watched spirited away
together, and I loved it, I love anything magical. I would love to live in a
new world, a new place and time.
Magic and Carrot Cake. That’s what
makes happiness.
I think so, at least. I then went
home to write. It was Friday night writes after all, and I want to write, my
twitter dashboard quiet until the ten minute breaks, and the write club hashtag
trending. It happens every morning when I wake up on Saturday, It feels like I
accomplished something, I don’t know what. It still feels good.
Writing is fun, and good for the
tired, restless brain. I feel like I’m writing another person’s life, sometimes
like I am that person. Sometimes I learn from my other characters and at other
times I become them. I write in bed. Not like that. I write with my teddy bears
and with my books by my side, books under my pillow case and the thought of
carrot cake.
Carrot cake makes a bad thing good
(Just like Rastamouse)
THE END
And Now… The story…
Prologue
“Will it hurt?” I asked, exposing my arm
to the knife about to mark my skin.
“All runes hurt Felix, but I promise
they’re worth it” Noah explained, the knife touching my skin. I flinched, I’ve been marked with
shadowhunter runes before, but then I was young, now I‘m 11 and I’m open to the
pain.
Pain. The first word and feeling in
my mind. Searing pain as the knife drew the rune. Slowly, Up. Down. Across and
flick. It looked Japanese, I sniggered. I don’t know why. How’s Japanese funny?
Anyway, It hurt…A lot.
But I’m fine now. Thanks for asking. Noah wasn’t fine. He was being bombarded
with my questions.
“What was that knife
thing?”
“A STELE, Felix, how
many times?”
“What will it do?”
“Help you fight!”
“Against?”
“DEMONS!”
“I know, I’m still new
to this business”
“Nerd”
“Freak”
We laughed.
Marks change you, we
Nephlim know that. But it changed me more than ever. This is my story…
Part 1
Marks
One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is
inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Chapter 1
Hello… How do you do? I’m Felix, Felix Harper Host. I’m one
of the Shadowhunters. Some group of people who kick the asses of demons. Yup,
we’re a big bunch of bad asses. Anyway, I’m trained by Noah, a cool 15 year old
who treats me like a baby, even though I’m 11. He’s killed lots of demons. I’ve
killed none…yet, just you wait, I’m so going to kill some.
I guess I’m sort of a
nerd. I own a Da Vinci journal and a fountain pen. I am SO a nerd. Books are my
life. My journal is where my life is written. I might stick some extracts in
here. Who knows? This is my book. My words, my page. I go to boarding school in
Idris, the Nephlim country, yet it’s not on the map. We are a secret
organization. So this is a secret book on sale. Kind of.
I have a lot of paintings, drafts and posters plastered
around my room. I have a Japanese rug and a matching duvet. Moving round you
will see my desk, my netbook, tablet and smartphone it here, as well as my
journal and notepad. I have a pen pot where I keep my pens, obviously. I write
to my pen pal here. I have a sleeping bag and a wardrobe full of clothes.
That’s my room in my school. That’s where I live. I have brown hair with a
green streak through it, pale skin and deep brown eyes.
I Love to smile. Boy that’s a gay line. Never mind, I do, fun
fact- Laughing a minute adds a day too your life, I’m probably going to live
for ever! I love jokes, I tell them all the time. This morning, Noah came to my
room today and we talked, he wants me to get as many marks as him. His entire
body is covered with them. I have 3. I got 1 the other day. It feels weird,
itchy and annoying.
But Noah said it was
worth it, so I’m going to keep going with it. I want to be a proper
shadowhunter like Jace and Clary, they are like the most famous Shadowhunters
in Idris. I look up to them so much. That’s what I live for. To be like them.
Chapter 2
I don’t know what I’m doing writing this book. I have no
idea. I suppose I can use it to get my feelings out. Like...you know, share
them. With you. Tell my story, how things were, are, and will be. I popped a
skittle in my mouth as I walked down to the library. It’s so a place I can be
quiet and enjoy being me. It makes me
feel glad that I’m me. I have a pen pal that I write to in there.
I do all my writing in there. I read and write and sometimes
eat. Skittles, I love to taste the rainbow. The Library is a castle of reading,
full of word windows witch are full of adventure, fantasy and different worlds
in the future.
The library also has computers. I print out my work and store
it in a giant tattered folder. I popped another watermelon skittle in my mouth.
IQ, the library assistant gave me a nod. “Hi”
I stopped, and nodded back to him. IQ is my best friend in
school. He’s cool and loves writing as much as me. I moving round and turned
round the teenage section. Round and Round and browsed the spines and took in
every title. Stopping to look at some of the ones I was interested in. Reading
the blurbs with interest and taking out the ones I needed to read, like book
club books and assignments. I ended up with three books. But I will read them
quickly like I always do.
I slinked over to the computers and logged onto twitter. I
feel normal at this school. Because we’re all Nephlim. I guess some of us are
Quartrants”( Quarter Angel), Deliriums (Half Angels) and Angels. We do have a
couple of werewolves and vampires who got bitten. But they all have marks. We
call ourselves “Children of the mark” After all, we are. We all have marks.
That’s what makes up who we are. Nephlim.
I went back to my room and turned on my tablet. I pulled up
my information app. Mark information app.
I took a picture of my mark. To decipher it.
The Magic Rune and its Legend
This mark can give you
the ability to curse others. The legend is it can lead you into downworlders.
Legend is it has led many Nephlim into bites.
Whoa. Didn’t expect that. Not at all.
Chapter 3
I set up a Google hangout today. I invited everyone to join in on twitter and
my blog. I only got a small turn out. Leo, David, Lindsey, IQ and Noah. David and
Leo were mundanes. They just follow me on twitter and decided to join in. Cool huh? Yup. I know right! David’s from America.
I wish I could go. The land of pop tarts, malls and bright lights. The dream
world. Leo makes YouTube videos, his videos are so cool. He does a wreck this
journal series. I’ve done one. Lindsey is in the girls dormitory, and she’s
going out with Noah. It makes me sick!
So the conversation was pretty awkward. So we did a Harlem
Shake to break the ice. I clicked of. Re-read the letter from my pen pal. I
picked up my book and turned the pages one by one. I skimmed the words and took
it in. I couldn’t, I threw the book on the floor. So I wrote a long weary blog
to take my mind of things. Three chapters for one day. This writing thing is
doing well.
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