To those interested

I ended Ranaway abruptly, because I am in a bad mood, but also, because I wanted to to write a realistic story, and realistically, most people would not leap at the chance to help a total stranger and get involved in a dangerous and possibly life-threatening chase.

They would perfer the comfort of home.

Plus, this story has already been done on a show I've seen, so eh.

Ranaway Pt 3

"You have to go, I don't want to be involved" Vanessa told him.
The look on his face was disappointment, but, in his eyes she could see he understood.
"okay." He breathed.

And then he turned and left, and that was the last Vanessa heard from Nathaniel.

Ranaway: Part II

"y-You.." she stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know you." he said to her.
"Well obviously.." She couldn't control her sarcasm, it was her automatic defence.
"Then why are you talking like you know me?"
She was taken aback, she was talking like she knew him.
"Well it's just, you're Nathaniel Crowe."
Now it was his turn to be taken aback.
"How do you know my name?"
"You mean you haven't seen the missing persons posters? They are all over town.." She paused, recounting the information on the poster "Missing, Nathaniel Crowe, Seventeen, Went missing last Tuesday night, If you have any information, contact Mrs Crowe on 0439865734 and there's a picture.. of well, you."
Nathaniel looked distant, he mumbled a word which sounded vaguely like "Mum" An expression of pain crossed his face.
"Well, you never answered me" Vanessa told him.
"What?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I can't tell you."
"Well then, Why are you sneaking around on my doorstep" She managed to remain calm, but she could feel her heart beating in her chest.
"It's cold" he looked embarrassed "And I could see the light was on, So, uhm.. Do you have any food?"
Vanessa was flustered, he's been missing for about two weeks, of course he is hungry.
"Yeah, uhm, come in," She gestured awkwardly.
"I should probably let you know, before you get involved"
She didn't know what he mean't by "get involved" but her heart beat faster.
"I'm on the run, not just missing. People are after me."

Postinegativity.

Hello Friends.

Two things,
the first - I am no longer going to post Insert Civilisation here on my blog, as I decided I hate it, and I know I'm never going to finish it.

The second - My novel, has become our novel, Namely a  Mr Tom Rogers and I. And it is no longer about vampires (to be honest I hadn't even started) but has a whole new plot instead. The working title is The Aeternum Coil. Hope that spikes your imagination, because that is all you will be getting.
I am pretty excited about this project.

That's all for now, thank you again.
Tyler Morrisson

Ranaway: Part I

Vanessa sighed and shut down the computer. It was one in the morning and she had gotten tired of giving the finger to snipers on Battlefield. She got up and shuffled to her room, put a shirt over the current one and took off her pants. replacing them with thick flannel pajama pants.
She heard a scuffle at the front door.
Her heart raced, and so did her thoughts.
I wonder who that is. It could be anyone. But my whole family is asleep. then who could it be at 1am? One of my friends? No, unless they were having some massive trouble at home.. but none of them live near here oh god, what if it's a home invasion, just waiting for me to open the door so they can shoot me in the head!
She tried to compose herself Deep breaths Vanessa, It won't be anything like that.
She crept slowly out of her room. The space between her and her front door seeming to stretch for miles. She inch slowly, walking heel to toe. The floorboards creaked on her next step and her heart jumped into her throat, she clamped her hands to her mouth, it was all she could do to stop herself shouting in alarm.
Then she realised how silly she was being and walked over to the door and pulled it open. It was never locked.

She gasped.
Standing at the door was a 17 year old boy named Nathaniel Crowe, He had dark hair and even darker darting eyes. She had never met him before in her life, but, in the past few weeks she had seen him in almost every shop, or building in town she had gone into.
He was the boy from all the missing posters.