Choppy waters

Hey guys. Here’s a short scene I’ve written. I hope you like it. Don’t forget to like, comment and share.

“It’s all smooth sailing from now,” I said to myself. Nothing to worry me and no hard waters, but as if someone had just cursed me, in a split second there was wind, rain and choppy waters. I started losing control on my boat, among everyone else, who was having no trouble at all. I barely managed to stay afloat, but as if that wasn’t enough, my boat turned upside down. Everything in it started to fall out and float away or drown. I was scared and terrified, trying to hold on to the boat but also making sure, I didn’t lose my stuff. It was scary trying to get my stuff without losing my grip on the boat. I was barely hanging on. Some stuff that went down, I was glad went down, but they brought unintended consequences. I found out there were hungry sharks in the water, trying to find their next victim and I was perfect. I worked harder and harder to turn everything back to normal but little did I know, nothing would be the same anymore. The more I tried, the harder it became. I tried to relax and breathe, and let myself go with the floe. It helped, I was clear-minded, and I realised that the sharks were actually just small fishes, turned large because of my fear. “It’s going to be hard work from now on.”

I hope you liked it. some parts of it are based on my life, some of them are entirely from my imagination. 

Jenny’s little adventure, part 2

Some people think that writing comes easy for me but let me tell you that writing isn’t smooth, it starts with an idea, and then I work on it in my brain but by the time I type it, it becomes something else, and that’s what makes it better.
Hey guys, I’m back with part 2 of Jenny’s adventure. Hope you like it.

Jenny’s hands trembled as bent down to pick up the letter she dropped out of shock. Her mind was in shambles, and she couldn’t function properly. She was trying to digest it all, but it was getting harder every time she thought about it. After a few minutes, she finally got ahold of herself and took some deep breaths and decided to look into the matter. She left the letter on her bed and went to find her mum. She found her mum in the living room watching t.v. She went up to her and asked: “Mum, When’s dad coming back?”. Her mum looked at her, hesitated and then said: ” I, I told you, honey, he’s abroad for a business trip.” “Mum, I know that’s not true,” Jenny replied. “It’s true, sweetie, plus what makes you think it’s not true?” “I don’t know mum, but dad’s never gone this long, please just tell me the truth.”

After a few moments of silence, Jenny’s mum finally spoke up and told her everything. She told her when he went missing and how many letters she got regarding him, she said to her that the police couldn’t find anything about him. After that talk, Jenny tried her best to keep her tears inside until she reached her room. The second she locked the door, the tears came and didn’t end until an hour passed. Finally, Jenny wiped her tears away, stood up and took a few glances at her room. She decided that she was going to find a way to bring back her dad, without losing that match. She made a small bag with some “detective stuff”, which included the letter, a magnifying glass, a notebook, a pencil and her camera. She told her mum she was going to the library and her mum said it was ok. She reached the library, and then made her way towards the computers. She searched up some previous criminal records who had either escaped or been released. She cross-referenced them with the name Paul C. She found nothing. Disappointed she started to make her way back home when she had an idea. Her dad was a football coach in her school, and he’s the one who taught her. She knew some other coaches didn’t like dad, and she decided to look up the coaches from her school and other schools they had fought against. After an hour of hard work, she found one name that almost matched the name of the person who wrote her the letter. The person was from their “enemy” school, Sunnyside Highschool. It was coach Paullus Crawford, but everyone called him Paul. She decided to look into him, but it would be hard.

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Love Noshi.

Jenny’s Adventure

Hey, guys sorry for not posting for some time. I’ve planned some posts that I will hopefully be posting soon. Until then enjoy this quick story I wrote.

A dark storm was forming just near the east of California. It was raining very hard, and Jenny was locked in her room, covered in a blanket. Her face glued to the t.v while an empty bowl of popcorn full of kernels lay on her side. Annabelle was screening on t.v. This was the case for Jenny on every Rainy night. Her room was dimly lit which according to Jenny made it cosier. She had a thin face, round eyes and a crooked nose. She had a slim body but a very good physique because she had a sporty side. She had had a football match that morning, and she had another one tomorrow, If the game tomorrow were cancelled due to the rain, her team would lose the season. There was a light knock on her bedroom door, and her mum came in and told Jenny to go to sleep as it was nearing 12, Jenny, however, refused, after several minutes of arguing, Jenny finally gave in and went to bed.

Jenny woke up at the crack of dawn, sat straight on her bed and then looked around her room for several minutes, trying to figure out something but then she shook her head and then headed for the bathroom. After getting refreshed, she made her way towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, her mother looked at her and then addressing no one, in particular, said: “Ah, look who’s awake so early.”, “Stop it, Mum,” replied a tired Jenny. She then grabbed a piece of toast from the toaster and then applied jam to it and started eating. “Sweetie, I got the message this morning the game’s cancelled.” Jenny groaned but continued eating her piece of bread. After finishing her toast, Jenny started to make her way back to her room, but her mum stopped her told her that she had mail. She was a bit curious as to who sent her mail, as to who had sent her that letter. She thanked her mum, picked up the letter and went to her room. She quickly jumped on her bed and tore open the envelope which was empty on one side, the other side just had her name and address. After she opened the envelope, she found a piece of folded paper. She unfolded it and read it.

Dear Jenny,
Sorry to hear your match got cancelled but hey you gotta do, what you gotta do. I know you have been wondering about your Father’s whereabouts, even though your mum says that he’s abroad. Of course, any sane person would be worried about their parents, so you are too. But what will you do if I tell you that your fathers in trouble? Ooh, I got your attention now. I know where your father is because I have him. I know after reading this you want to see your father so badly. So I’ll make you an offer. Your next football match is in a week, and I want you to deliberately lose that match.
Oh, now you think why?, well because I’ll release your father, once your team loses that match. Deal? Yes, perfect then. If you show this letter to anyone, I will find out about it, so be warned.
Yours truly,
Paul C.

This is not the end of the story. I will be writing more parts maybe 2 or 3 more. I hope you enjoy this part.
Love, Noshi.

Robber Part 12

Hey guys!, So I’m back with another Robber part, and Hopefully, this is going to be the last one. I hope you enjoy it.

Each side had a spy on the other side. The spies found the same thing from both sides which were that both sides were preparing for a battle, Perhaps even the most significant fight in history. The spies returned after a week of observation and came with the same results, mentioned above. It was getting tense every second. In the Small Village where Sagitta and his army was staying, everything was silent and tense. Finally, Sagitta broke the silence and said: “Is everyone ready?, It is time we destroy those who mean to conquer the world.” Everyone shouted Hurray and marched to battle to the stream where once Sagitta gave the Magical Daggers to Alcander. The Same happened on the other side, and they marched to battle. They met at the stream, Sagitta and Batillus stepped in front and faced each other. Then in a blink of an eye, their swords were clashing, and that moment the war began.

War cries were heard from both sides as they ran to fight. In a matter of seconds, the clashing of swords was heard, the sound of people marching into battles, the sounds of pain, bravery, and courage filled the sky. Everyone fought as hard as they could. The warriors used every bit of strength in them, the villagers used every piece of grit in them. They fought, and they fought like they had never fought before. Each one fighting for something personal. Each one fighting for something near their heart. And they fought.

It was the bloodiest battle in history. The red blood splattered everywhere from their wounds, but they kept on fighting as if it didn’t hurt. A storm of arrows whizzed through the air as the archers tried their best to prevent the others to knock them out. The swords were clinking and clashing under the grey sky as the fight bore on. Bones broke as the sea of enemies crashed on each other. The shields gleamed like dying stars as they were thrown down to the ground. The cold and trembling hands gripped their spears and swords even tighter. The fight was tough but the fighters even tougher.

The battle lasted almost the whole day, it ended when Sagitta drove his sword through Batillus’s heart. Everyone stopped, Sagitta looked around to find Alcander’s body laying down, a bloody red sword laying right beside him. A grin came to Sagitta’s Face, and then he looked at his warriors and said: “We have won!”, That was enough for them to burst out cheering and indeed he was correct, they had won perhaps the worst battle in history. The warriors helped each other and left, to get rest and then start their journey back to the academy. Later they would live on to tell their kids and their grandkids about the battle and how they won. Sagitta once again looked around, but this time he saw his mother waiting for him by the forest. He went to her limping and saw her sit down. He sat down beside her and then laid his head on her shoulder and said: “Is it all over?” she replied: “It is never over.” He looked at her and then with one final breath, fell down on her lap, dead.” Tears came up to Lavinia’s eyes, but she managed to say: “No one will forget you.”

The End

I hope you enjoyed The Robber. It was really fun to write it down and the best part about it was sharing it with you guys. I hope you liked it. Don’t forget to like, comment and share it with your friends and family.

 

Robber part 11

Hey guys, Sorry for not posting for some time. So I’m hoping to finish the Robber soon. If you have any questions or remarks, don’t forget to email me.

It was 6 in the morning when Sagitta woke up, he shot up from his sleeping bag as if something was about to happen, but there was silence around him. He looked at his mother and said to himself “Ah! Mother seems so peaceful in her Slumber, It would be wrong to wake her up”, and then he shook his head as if answering a question in his mind. He stood up and said to himself “I am tired of Alcander and Batillus going around in the dark with an evil plot, I will not tolerate it, I must prepare.” but unknown to him Alcander was listening to him. Sagitta started to pack up some stuff in a small bag, after packing some food, two knives and some water, he began his journey towards the mountains which surrounded the village, he was going north. Alcander looked at Sagitta, smiled to himself and said”Oh! I will find out what you are up to” and started to follow him.

His Journey was hard, even though he didn’t come across anyone journeying through some of the steepest and tallest mountains is not an easy feat. He managed to reach his destination in 2 weeks. On his 14th day, he was standing outside tall doors, which were the entrance to the Warrior Academy it was where he learnt all of his skills. He knocked on the doors, it was a loud bang and then a loud creak which announced the door being opened, a small stout man came out saying in a booming voice: “Who here dares knock on the daredevil’s academy?”. And Sagitta replied in the same booming voice: “It is I Sagitta, I have come to ask a favour from the Daredevil in hopes that he will help me in a tough situation.” Then the same booming voice of the man replied: “Ah!, Sagitta you are always welcome in the academy please enter.” While this was happening, Alcander was hiding behind some bushes to see what exactly Sagitta had come up to do in the academy. He followed Sagitta inside the academy when he entered. Sagitta greeted everyone happily as he was considered one of the best warriors to come out of the academy. He went inside the building which was a massive red building with towers on either side and a vast courtyard where all the warriors trained. He went inside and to the main room which was enormous room, full of ancient artefacts and drawings of warriors. In the centre of the room was a man standing, dressed in magnificent silk and had a sword with diamonds encrusted on its handle in his hand. Sagitta looked at him, bowed down and said: “Master I am here.” The man replied: “I am not your Master anymore, Stand up and talk to me.” Sagitta did what he was told, and explained his situation to the Daredevil, and then he said: “I need Warriors, you’re best men, I have a fight and I cannot fight alone.” Upon which the Master simply replied: “Who are you fighting?” He told him all about Alcander and Batillus, Then the Daredevil said: “I see, I am right that the people you are talking about are powerful.” Sagitta violently nodded. All while they were talking, Alcander was eavesdropping in on their conversation and kept saying to himself: “Oh! Sagitta you will never win.” After going back and forth, the Daredevil finally let Sagitta have his men, some of the best warriors. Later that day, Sagitta saw the men in action and was awed by their talent. After their Practice, Sagitta got all of them together and told them about the war that they were going in. They were all brave and fearless warriors, to agreed to help Sagitta with his mission.

The Warriors and Sagitta all trained for a week before going down. Alcander, on the other hand, had left on the second day to inform Batillus about these new circumstances. He went to a small village, not to close or to near to the village he was from. He told everyone in the village about the new circumstances, mind you all the people in the village supported Alcander and BAtiluus and had been preparing to start a war against Sagitta and this further information gave them the opportunity to do just that. They all prepared for battle so did Sagitta’s Army. Things were getting worse.

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The Ivy House

Hey guys!, Here’s an exclusive short story. I won’t continue this story instead its just one part. I hope you like it. Enjoy

It was a fine Sunday morning outside the Ivy house. All the members of the house were having breakfast, but then suddenly there was a huge cracking noise, and then the pieces of a fine china plate could be seen on the hardwood floor “Its Okay, it was an old plate, I was going to throw it away in a few days anyway.” exclaimed a woman, she was sitting on the huge dining table in the middle of the colossal room. “Uh! not another one, we’ve already broken half of that set, it’s my favorite.” said a woman with a raspy voice, she was sitting at the very end of the table. “Why does Lizzy have to be so clumsy, Mum!” remarked a young boy of 10. He was sitting opposite to his Mum. Just then a girl of around 15 came running into the room, she ran towards the table and said: “I’ll clean it up, Lizzy don’t worry.” “It’s Okay Minnie, you’re the cook, not the maid, I can clean it up myself,” said Lizzy.  “Do you need anything else? maybe some juice or eggs?” Minnie quickly said, brushing herself. “No we don’t need anything, Minnie,” said grandmother, she was the women with the raspy voice. “O-O-Ok Mrs.Florence, I’ll just leave,” Minnie said Stammering and then she quickly left the room.

After the breakfast, everyone was lounging in the living room, Lizzy and Minnie were sitting near the Fireplace talking, Mrs. Florence was in the kitchen making her special Bread while Alexander or Alex was reading with his Mother Mrs.Dave on the Couch. Lizzy and Alexander’s father was in the army, so he hardly ever returned home. The kids lived with their mother, Grandmother, and Minnie their Cook. Minnie was a different kid, she used to believe in things which didn’t exist yet they made sense. That was one of the reasons why Lizzy liked Minnie, Minnie would tell things, and Lizzy would work on them and Try to solve them. They made an excellent team.

It was nearing dark, and the rain was starting to pour, and within an hour, the rain had intensified. They lived near the shore in Collioure, France, because of this they hardly had visitors. It was nearing midnight, but Minnie and Lizzy were still by the fire drinking hot chocolate and talking. Suddenly they heard someone knock on the door, they both gave each other puzzled looks, none of them knew who was at the door. Minnie stood up and walked towards the door but before she could open it, she heard someone on the stairs, so she turned around to see Mrs. Dave who was wearing her purple and pink satin nightgown, and she asked: “Who is it, Minnie?” “I don’t know, but who could it be?” she replied. “Open the door Minnie,” Lizzy said.  After she opened the door, Minnie quickly ran to the kitchen to get something for the stranger in the living room. The person was wearing a big cloak which covered them fully, and the only thing the person had said was “Can I stay at your house?” In a few quick strides, Mrs. Dave was at the door and was already ushering the person inside.

The person removed the cloak, and it turned out to be an old woman. Lizzy was waiting near the kitchen, and Mrs. Dave was tending to the old woman. She ordered Minnie to get a strong cup of Coffee for the old women as she was shivering because of the rain. Once the women had had the coffee, she finally looked better. Lizzie and Minnie were observing her from the kitchen window since the window gave a perfect view of the whole living area. They were whispering to each other after every second. Finally, Lizzie took a deep breath and walked over to their visitor and said: “It is a pleasure to have you here.”, “Oh! My dear, the pleasure is mine and let me thank you for yours and your family’s generosity.” The old women replied smiling. “I hope you feel welcome here.” said Mrs.Dave, “Oh! don’t worry I will, but I want to ask one thing” the women replied, “Oh ask away” replied Mrs.Dave. “Does Beverly Florence live here?” A huge clang of a metal pot dropping could be heard and then rushing footsteps of Beverly Florence. “Darlene!, Is that you?” Said the panting voice of Mrs. Florence “Yes, it’s me.” Replied Darlene. Both women looked at each other and embraced each other in a warm hug. Later that night, a special dinner was made to celebrate the reunion of two best friends.

Part 10 Robber

Hey guys!, I hope you are doing good, and Here it is Robber part 10 *yay*. I will be posting more today, Hopefully. Until then Enjoy this.

Sagitta and Batillus were still having their conversation which went back and forth of each of them, saying something to annoy the other. They went on like this until they heard the rustling of leaves, which made Batillus turn around sharply but Sagitta stayed and merely said: “It’s just a strong breeze, don’t get worked up over it.” which made Batillus growl at him and a quick grin came over Sagitta but went away as quickly as it had come. Finally, Batillus looked Sagitta straight into his eyes and growled: “Well, I have had enough of this, You will regret you ever turned your back towards me.” and after that, he left towards the forest. Sagitta sighed but was still angry about how Batillus had treated him. He was thinking of a plan to get his mother back when he said to himself: “Should I follow him?” but then answered his question by saying: “No, no he would expect that, I need to do something he wouldn’t expect, perhaps I should stay, that would get him curious.” After making up his mind, he went back to the village and looked around.

The day was a beautiful one, birds chirping and a light breeze and yet it felt as if something was wrong. His eyes darted around for a few seconds before settling on a huge tree, far across the village, near a small pond. He saw that someone was standing near the tree, it was an old man leaning towards the pond. Sagitta decided to go and visit the man, as he had never noticed the tree or the man before. He went up to the man and said: “Good Morning, A lovely day, isn’t it!”, When the old man looked up to him, it gave him a shock because it wasn’t an old man. Instead, it was his mother. Stuttering he said: “M..m..mother, how are you here?” His mother, on the other hand, paid no attention to his remark. Instead, she replied: “Yes, indeed the day is wonderful today.” Sagitta was staring at him, and when she looked at, she just gave a slight chuckle and remarked: “Whats, the matter son?” but Sagitta just kept staring. After a few seconds, He finally came to his senses and managed to say: “I thought that Alcander took you.”, then she casually replied: “Huh!, I would like to see Alcander try and take me.” After which she started to chuckle. And then she continued: “Oh dear, don’t worry I just decided to take a small visit to the mountains but when I came back somebody had destroyed my hut, so I decided to stay in this tree’s shade.” “Oh mother, you should have told me, I was so worried that something happened to you,” Sagitta replied.

They talked, and she told him, where she went and what she did, and then he told her whom he met and what he did. They were busy talking, and they stopped around 9 in the night. Lavinia left to get some food, which she then cooked and then Sagitta managed to find some sleeping bags and they spent the night under the tree’s shade.