Hello! this is just a couple of random pieces i wrote for school assignments. Neither are particularly fantastic but hey, i'm only 12, so give me a wee bit of leeway. Anyway, thank you very much for finding this! I would really appreciate it if you left a comment or some feedback. And yes, i will be doing normal stories next.

This was an assignment to make a character description for someone to draw. I chose skulduggery, obviously.

The sun glinted off the dead man's skull, the light from the fire he held in his hand casting a warm glow over his black clothes. A scarf had fallen down from his face, uncovering his perpetual grin. The dead man stood atop a hill, his arms open wide, his well-tailored suit flapping in the wind. His hat was tipped at a rakish angle. The dead man looked a master of his surroundings, the strong wind not fazing him at all. But the empty look in his nonexistent eyes, and the slight backwards tilt of his head, made it look like he wasn't really there. The dead man looked to be mourning. For himself, or a friend or family member, the Onlooker did not know. The Onlooker could feel his life force, feel how easy it would be to dissipate it, leaving him as but a pile of bones. But the Onlooker stifled this temptation and turned away, walking back across a dark plain.

The dead man watched Darquesse leave, and smiled slightly. He knew she was still in there, somewhere. And he would wait.

This was an assignment to write a monologue.

"Ghastly" Skulduggery asked, "have you encountered mortal tailors before?"

"Er, why do you ask?" Ghastly replied. He ran a tailor shop himself, and hadn't had any reason to even go near a mortal shop, let alone attempt to buy something.

"Because I wanted a hat, and-" he said, before Ghastly cut in with "what, another?"

"YES another, as I was saying, and I usually buy from you, but I decided to give other tailors a try, just as an experiment. So I went in and asked for a hat, and he told me I already had a hat, and it was on my head. I kindly explained to him with my fist that I knew that, and wanted another. He quickly showed me to the hat section, offering a 20 percent discount-"

"He offered you a discount?" Ghastly cut in, again.

"I can be very persuasive when I want to. Also, shut up." Skulduggery continued, "And all he had was novelty hats! So I asked for a real hat (as you would) and he tried to kick me out."

"Poor fellow."

"So I kicked him out. Out the window."

"What exactly is the point here?"

"I need a hat."

"I gave you one, six days ago. If you want another you'll have to pay for it"

"But it's not my fault the vampire ate it!"

"It's your fault you picked a fight with him though."

Skulduggery sighed. "Fine. How much?"