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rhiannon Mar 29
Hannah is a medical student with a serious addiction to video games
~ A Biography ~
Hannah Lauren Donaldson is a 22-year-old medical student who enjoys adult colouring books, cookery and spreading fake news on Facebook. She is gentle and generous, but can also be very sad and a bit depressed.

She is addicted to video games, something which her friend Oscar Dustin Hammond pointed out when she was 18. The problem intensified in 2019.

She is English who defines herself as straight. She is currently at college. studying medicine. She is obsessed with selfies.

Physically, Hannah is in good shape. She is average-height with bronze skin, grey hair and brown eyes. She has sticking-out-ears.

She grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. Her father left when she was young, leaving her with her mother, who was an addict.

She is currently in a relationship with Horace Keith Cummings. Horace is 18 years older than her and works as a builder.

Hannah's best friend is a medical student called Oscar Hammond. They get on well most of the time. She also hangs around with Brandon Reynolds and Carmen Watts. They enjoy playing video games together.
rhiannon Mar 29
Joshua Middleton sat crouched in an alley. It was midnight. Where is Keri - Josh questioned himself. Keri, Josh's newest case, was a ghost girl. She was supposed to meet Josh in the alley, at midnight. Together, they only had one minute to make it to the Middle Grounds, protected by the only time of night that death took a breather. So where was Keri? Josh checked his watch. She should be here! Suddenly, Josh heard a noise, it was Keri floating above the roof. Josh didn't have time to talk, so he blurted out - "Let's go!" The Middle Grounds were only a mile away, and midnight was the only time Keri could escape to the middle grounds without being carried into the after-life. Keri and Josh took off running, running as quickly as he could manage, they still would never make it. Running at twelve miles an hour, the clock moved to 12:01. Death roared through the city, making Keri and Josh speed up. The grounds were in sight, Keri lept over the border and fell, crying, with joy.
rhiannon Mar 29
Casper Sparrow is a slim, smart and hilarious actor from Ohio. His life is going nowhere until he meets Heather Wishmonger, a handsome, pale woman with a passion for music.

Casper takes an instant disliking to Heather and the spiteful and mean ways she learnt during her years in Europe.

However, when a lion tries to punch Casper, Heather springs to the rescue. Casper begins to notices that Heather is actually rather down to earth at heart.

But, the pressures of Heather's job as a swordsman leave her blind to Casper's affections and Casper takes up reading to try an distract herself.

Finally, when brutal painter, Michelle Blast, threatens to come between them, Heather has to act fast. But will they ever find the passionate love that they deserve?
rhiannon Mar 29
Once upon a time there was a special girl called Sonya Randall. She was on the way to see her Dad Tristan Godfrey, when she decided to take a short cut through Hyde Park.

It wasn't long before Sonya got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Laura, but Laura was nowhere to be found! Sonya began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Laura. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a naughty Uni-pug dressed in a blue dungarees disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Sonya.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed Uni-pug. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Sonya reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from peas and one made from cakes.

Sonya could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Sonya looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Sonya a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Laura!

"Laura!" shouted Sonya. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Laura back!" cried Sonya.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Laura out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the naughty Uni-pug in the blue dungarees rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Uni-pug," said the witch.

"Good morning." The Uni-pug noticed Laura. "Who is this?"

"That's Laura," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Laura would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the Uni-pug.

The witch shook her head. "Laura is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Sonya interrupted. "Laura lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Uni-pug ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Uni-pug looked at the house made from cakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cakes if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Laura."

Sonya watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Laura to Big Uni-pug. She didn't think Laura would like living with a naughty Uni-pug, away from her house and all her other toys.

Big Uni-pug put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Uni-pug. "Just you watch!"

Big Uni-pug pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Uni-pug started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of cakes, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Uni-pug.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a ***** into the forest.

Big Uni-pug never finished eating the front door made from cakes and Laura remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Laura."

"Not so fast," said Sonya. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from peas. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the Uni-pug. She won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Sonya.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Laura back."

Sonya ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from peas and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Sonya sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Sonya. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Sonya's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from peas. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Sonya was down to the final piece of the door made from peas. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sonya had eaten the entire front door of the house made from peas.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Laura or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Sonya hurried over and grabbed Laura, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Laura was unharmed.

Sonya thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Tristan. It was starting to get dark.

When Sonya got to Tristan's house, her Dad threw his arms around her.

"I was so worried!" cried Tristan. "You are very late."

As Sonya described her day, she could tell that Tristan didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

"What's that?" asked Tristan.

Sonya unwrapped a doorknob made from cakes. "Pudding!" she said.

Tristan almost fell off his chair.

The End
rhiannon Mar 29
Whilst investigating the death of a local police officer, a friendly psychiatrist called Zoe Thornhill uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, cursed knife circulating throughout USA. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 215 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look invisible. A marked person feels like an isolated cat to touch.

Zoe gets hold of the knife, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer, an old newspaper headline about a skating accident, a hooded dog ranting about eyes and a drinking well located in an industrial place.

When Zoe notices her arms have cat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the cursed knife is true and calls in her sister, a doctor called Clarke Thomas, to help.

Clarke examines the knife and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Zoe and Clarke pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded dog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
rhiannon Mar 28
The Brother Gone
Domestic Noir
by rhiannon
One morning in a house in Scotland, Josh Wilson opens a gift from his brother, Matthew Snozcumber, and Josh knows their lives will never be the same again.

Whilst trying to rebuild his life, Josh witnesses a crime that leads him to question a new relationship. He becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Toby Barlow. What is his connection to Matthew, and why has he turned up now?

Josh's behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth and the significance of a cursed rock, all whilst battling to cope with amnesia.

Every day, Josh gets closer to the truth. And the closer he gets, the more shocking it seems.
rhiannon Mar 28
Ode to the Vampire
by rhiannon
My fierce vampire, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you bite, frighten and scare,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pale prayer.

Let me compare you to a stark balloon?
You are more magic, dangerous and dark.
Blue sun heats the teary peaches of June,
And summertime has the enchanted clark.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your rough long claws, sharp fangs and smile.
Thinking of your light sharp fangs fills my days.
My love for you is the gentle hairstyle.

Now I must away with a benchmark heart,
Remember my black words whilst we're apart.
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