Chapter 2
Okay so say your muse went on holiday, right? And you were like trying to write this story, right? Well you'd be struggling wouldn't you? Huh? Well mine and Emma's muse has gone on holiday.well it favours Emma anyway, stupid muse, I never did anything wrong, whys it got to favour Emma? It's not like.okay you probably don't wanna hear/read that. Right now you're probably thinkin 'hey this is boring, maybe I'll go read some thin else' its only the fourth line asshole! You can't judge a story in the first four lines.or maybe you can? Well if you made it this far then you're one of the lucky ones cuz I found some artificial inspiration in the form of.Dramatic music from Lord of the Rings! So here goes.
The car screeched to a halt outside the mansion that was to be home for the weekend. As the Prue, Phoebe, Piper and Leo got out of the car they took in the beautiful stone work and plants that littered the front of the house. "Wow," gasped Prue as she took in every breathtaking detail. But as Phoebe stepped out of the car she couldn't help feeling that something wasn't quite right about this house. She couldn't tell what it was but it was really bugging her. Eventually she just dismissed it as being paranoid and went to join the others in the house.
Wow that was good! I think I'm getting better at this whole inspiration thing! Okay so they get shown to their rooms.but that is kinda boring.you people don't wanna read boring shit you wanna read interesting shit, right? Okay so picture the scene.its dark, there is a slight mist covering the wet grass, moths dance in the sky and bask in the light of the harvest moon, there is a slight wind in the air that gently rustles the leaves and sends a chill down your spine. The house is full of deathly silence, the only sounds that can be heard are the occasional rustle of leaves and howl of the wind.and Phoebe's snoring.
That night, Phoebe was just about to fall asleep when a sound woke her up. At first it was distant and unrecognisable but it gradually began to get closer and it was then she realised it was whispering. It sounded like a child but Phoebe knew that there weren't any children in the mansion, the Halliwells were the only guests. Phoebe tried to work out where the sound was coming from but she couldn't. It was coming from everywhere and nowhere. If she tried to focus here hearing on one place she would hear nothing but if she tried to ignore it she would hear it and the more she tried to ignore it the louder it became. The voice became voices and became louder and louder repeating the same words over and over until they didn't even sound like words anymore. Not that they really ever sounded like words to Phoebe, the language they were spoken in was unfamiliar. "Who are you?" Phoebe asked trying to mask the fear in her heart. But the voices didn't listen, they only continued to repeat the same words, gradually building up speed and volume. "Who are you?" she asked again "what do you want?" The voices still continued getting louder and faster until the words could no longer be heard. They were just a hum. Soon the sound was so loud that Phoebe thought her head would burst. Her heart was pounding and her skin was dripping with cold sweat. She tried to mask her fear but the voices knew. She tried to sound brave and show that you can't mess with a Charmed one but the voices knew. They had seen many brave men reduced to nothing in their presence, but this one was different. They didn't know why but they could feel that she had great power and they wanted it. However her power also made her a threat to them. Phoebe began to bring her fists up preparing to fight but how could you fight something you can't see or find? The noise was becoming unbearable and she didn't know how much more she could stand. Then she heard a knock at the door and just as suddenly as they'd started the voices stopped. "Phoebe? Phoebe, are you okay?"
Errr.okay now I'm stuck! Damn it! Alright, so lets see.Phoebes been scared shitless.okay so all I have to do know is scare the shit out of everyone else.or I could just scare Phoebe again.mmmmmm, what to do? It's a very difficult decision. Maybe I'll just scare Prue first.yeah that could be fun, Mwhahahaha!
Quietly Prue shut Phoebe's door and began to make her way across the corridor to her own room but as she passed the mirror she stopped. She didn't know why but she felt drawn to it, as though some invisible force was pulling her towards it. Prue looked at the mirror. It was beautifully decorated with fine carving around the frame and was carefully painted in gold and blood red paint. That was when she saw it. A slight movement in the corner of her eye. Prue didn't completely believe or didn't want to believe that there could be someone or something in the mirror. Slowly she turned around and stared in shock at the person who looked back at her. He looked at Prue and smiled. "Andy?" but as Prue spoke Andy's face became thin and his skin became discoloured. His hair slowly disappeared as his flesh decomposed and his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood began oozing (don't you just love that word!) from his now empty eye sockets and trickled down his face and began to soak into his shirt. Gradually he started to turn to dust and Prue couldn't take it anymore. But as she looked away she could hear him whisper.errr.it's coming to me, gotta think emotional, something meaningful.fuck it!
Okay so say your muse went on holiday, right? And you were like trying to write this story, right? Well you'd be struggling wouldn't you? Huh? Well mine and Emma's muse has gone on holiday.well it favours Emma anyway, stupid muse, I never did anything wrong, whys it got to favour Emma? It's not like.okay you probably don't wanna hear/read that. Right now you're probably thinkin 'hey this is boring, maybe I'll go read some thin else' its only the fourth line asshole! You can't judge a story in the first four lines.or maybe you can? Well if you made it this far then you're one of the lucky ones cuz I found some artificial inspiration in the form of.Dramatic music from Lord of the Rings! So here goes.
The car screeched to a halt outside the mansion that was to be home for the weekend. As the Prue, Phoebe, Piper and Leo got out of the car they took in the beautiful stone work and plants that littered the front of the house. "Wow," gasped Prue as she took in every breathtaking detail. But as Phoebe stepped out of the car she couldn't help feeling that something wasn't quite right about this house. She couldn't tell what it was but it was really bugging her. Eventually she just dismissed it as being paranoid and went to join the others in the house.
Wow that was good! I think I'm getting better at this whole inspiration thing! Okay so they get shown to their rooms.but that is kinda boring.you people don't wanna read boring shit you wanna read interesting shit, right? Okay so picture the scene.its dark, there is a slight mist covering the wet grass, moths dance in the sky and bask in the light of the harvest moon, there is a slight wind in the air that gently rustles the leaves and sends a chill down your spine. The house is full of deathly silence, the only sounds that can be heard are the occasional rustle of leaves and howl of the wind.and Phoebe's snoring.
That night, Phoebe was just about to fall asleep when a sound woke her up. At first it was distant and unrecognisable but it gradually began to get closer and it was then she realised it was whispering. It sounded like a child but Phoebe knew that there weren't any children in the mansion, the Halliwells were the only guests. Phoebe tried to work out where the sound was coming from but she couldn't. It was coming from everywhere and nowhere. If she tried to focus here hearing on one place she would hear nothing but if she tried to ignore it she would hear it and the more she tried to ignore it the louder it became. The voice became voices and became louder and louder repeating the same words over and over until they didn't even sound like words anymore. Not that they really ever sounded like words to Phoebe, the language they were spoken in was unfamiliar. "Who are you?" Phoebe asked trying to mask the fear in her heart. But the voices didn't listen, they only continued to repeat the same words, gradually building up speed and volume. "Who are you?" she asked again "what do you want?" The voices still continued getting louder and faster until the words could no longer be heard. They were just a hum. Soon the sound was so loud that Phoebe thought her head would burst. Her heart was pounding and her skin was dripping with cold sweat. She tried to mask her fear but the voices knew. She tried to sound brave and show that you can't mess with a Charmed one but the voices knew. They had seen many brave men reduced to nothing in their presence, but this one was different. They didn't know why but they could feel that she had great power and they wanted it. However her power also made her a threat to them. Phoebe began to bring her fists up preparing to fight but how could you fight something you can't see or find? The noise was becoming unbearable and she didn't know how much more she could stand. Then she heard a knock at the door and just as suddenly as they'd started the voices stopped. "Phoebe? Phoebe, are you okay?"
Errr.okay now I'm stuck! Damn it! Alright, so lets see.Phoebes been scared shitless.okay so all I have to do know is scare the shit out of everyone else.or I could just scare Phoebe again.mmmmmm, what to do? It's a very difficult decision. Maybe I'll just scare Prue first.yeah that could be fun, Mwhahahaha!
Quietly Prue shut Phoebe's door and began to make her way across the corridor to her own room but as she passed the mirror she stopped. She didn't know why but she felt drawn to it, as though some invisible force was pulling her towards it. Prue looked at the mirror. It was beautifully decorated with fine carving around the frame and was carefully painted in gold and blood red paint. That was when she saw it. A slight movement in the corner of her eye. Prue didn't completely believe or didn't want to believe that there could be someone or something in the mirror. Slowly she turned around and stared in shock at the person who looked back at her. He looked at Prue and smiled. "Andy?" but as Prue spoke Andy's face became thin and his skin became discoloured. His hair slowly disappeared as his flesh decomposed and his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood began oozing (don't you just love that word!) from his now empty eye sockets and trickled down his face and began to soak into his shirt. Gradually he started to turn to dust and Prue couldn't take it anymore. But as she looked away she could hear him whisper.errr.it's coming to me, gotta think emotional, something meaningful.fuck it!