Monday 23 May 2011

my new story (again)

I'm so board of my story so I'm going to change it so there..

heres a prologue...


Amelia crouch was annoyed. She had level 1 clearance and still she was forced to go to infuriating meetings about, unnecessary precautions against, unknown threats to the country. Walking down the corridor, all the other agents and heads of office made way for her, she was the head of the C.I.A (Central Intelligence Agency) so that was nothing strange. But the package she was caring was less than normal. Then she came to the door, it was soiled steel 5in thick and to open it you ether hade a 15 number code or an eye scan. Not having the best memory Amelia chose the eye scan. After repeated scans the door finally decided to give away its secrets and open for Amelia. In side was the most high-teck room in the hole of the C.I.A. computers lined the walls and the security was tighter than fort knocks and the white house put together. At the end of the room was a conference table all the seats were occupied excepted for hers. When they saw her they stood politely waiting for the word to sit down. She nodded and took her seat at the end of the table producing the package she opened it and lade it open in front of her. Tacking a deep breath she spoke.
“The C.I.A is facing a crises, we are for want of a better word going soft. Criminals are no longer afraid of us. So I propose we go down hard on one criminal so that all the others will look in fear at what we have achieved. I'm thinking of one little lady in particular.” She looked down at the file and began to read “ name: lillith night age: 15 description: long blond hair green eyes and a small snake tattoo on her right arm. Height: average weight: bellow average weapons: many guns swords crossbows etc.  Crimes: multiple murders and robbery. Location: unknown nationality: English.” When she had finished she looked up and smirked at the agarst faces “send out the SWAT teem tonight. And show them what we can do”  

Monday 2 May 2011

doctor who part 1


“Lets go to the North Pole,” said the Doctor, his eyes glinting in with unexplained glee.
“Why?” asked Amy perplexed “its so cold and theirs no life excepted for the polar bears” Amy shivered at the thought of how freezing it would get she started to wonder if this was the adventure where her toes finally fell off. She looked up to see the doctor running back up the stairs carrying two large fur coats. He jumped the last two and handed one to Amy. The fur was so amazingly soft she almost got lost in the silky warm pelt. The Tardis suddenly gave a stomach-rendering lurch and knocked her back to her senses.
“What was that?” said Amy warily
“Nothing” the Doctor called from over the other side of the tardis. “Just teething problems” Amy walked over to him as he pulled a knob that looked suspiciously like a gear lever, another stomach-rendering lurch later she found her self on the floor studying the Doctors very polished shoes as he, by some amazing feet, had managed to stay up right. “Come on” said the Doctor heaving Amy up from her position on the tardis floor. She was about to thank him but he was already prancing to the tardis door like a ballerina wearing a bear costume getting ready to compete in the grand nationals. Amy rolled her eyes and joined him at the door.
“Welcome to the north p…” the Doctor faltered for out side was not the freezing north but a tropical rainforest.
“Err…be with you in a sec” said the Doctor nipping in side his domain.

Looking round Amy saw this was no ordinary rainforest. The colors for one thing, usually in a rainforest you expected to find greens and maybe the odd colorful flower. But this was amazing it looked like a Childs painting pinks, blues, and greens, even some maroon. The beauty of it astounded her. And the smells to chocolate, mint and freshly mone grass. The sounds, beautiful and rhythmic bird song filled the air. That was when she heard it something singing a bewitching sound that over powered all her other senses. She found it impossible not to follow the entrancing chant.