Louise Bell

“Into the Library” by Louise Bell

A/N: This doesn't fit any sort of prompt on here that I know of. Its just an idea for a story I head, and I would appreciate any feedback you have to offer!Alice walked into the library. It was a warm day, but its peak had passed. In England, it was surprising how quickly the temperatures could drop, even in July. She padded up the steps; she didn’t have enough energy to go any faster. The large doors loomed above her, open wide to let in some air, as the library was incredibly stuffy. A light breeze followed her in, as she stood to absorb t...

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“Don't You Dare” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #81

“JUST STOP IT ALREADY!” I screamed, “I HATE YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO DO THAT!”“OH REALLY? WHAT AM I DOING THAT IS UPSETTING YOUR PERFECT LITTLE WORLD?” Adam yelled back in my face. Before I knew what was happening, my mobile phone was flying out of my hand, heading straight for his face. He moved out of the way just in time, but it still scraped against his cheek as it flew past. “YOU JUST CAN’T STOP ANTAGONISING ME FOR A SECOND, CAN YOU?”He was slightly pale from the close call with the phone. His voice was calmer when he spoke, though. “I wish ...

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“Pyramid Day!” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #80

A/N: I want to say, thank you all for reading. Please do not go under the assumption that I think slave labour is acceptable. I merely use it to write a more convincing story. Enjoy!The hot sand scorched my face like snake bites and the wind blew it into flurries of gold."Bye Chione!" I giggled as my giraffe's enormous tongue licked my face. I stroked her nose, and proceeded to chase a small tuft of camel hair back towards the great city of Cairo. It was a sunny day, and the heat beat down relentlessly. Ra must have felt this was going to be...

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“Apocalyptic” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #79

I sighed and turned off my television. The soaps were getting boring, and I wouldn’t go back to watching kid’s TV. I was fifteen now; a grown up. The warm summer breeze drifted through my window. Despite the dark, it was still too hot. 25 degrees centigrade, refusing to fall. A brief smell of rotting meat drifted through the window. I sniffed disdainfully, and wondered if it was the neighbour’s cats latest kill. Ew. There it was again. I groaned, and got up to investigate. Padding over to the window, I stared out at the street. I peered arou...

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“That Dragon has Attitude” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #78

It came in a cardboard box. It came in a cardboard box stuffed with foam and bubble wrap. It was green. It was scaly. And, obviously, it breathed fire on Mum’s favourite rug (well, what do you expect?). It might have been a dragon. Or, as my sister, Louane, said, ‘that’s one messed-up gecko’ before putting her air pods back in her ears. I bet it’s a dragon. I mean, even a really messed-up gecko can’t be that messed up. I’m Darren by the way. I’m twelve, with crazy black hair (rather snazzy if I do say so myself) and mis-matched eyes. Well, ...

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“Cracked Ice” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #77

Imogen looked out at the crisp white snow that rested peacefully upon her large garden from her window. The roses were lined in little flakes of frost, and icicles clung with ease to her gutter. Last night’s blizzard had brought the silence of late January to her hometown. Christmas was long gone, and so had all the mirth of the holiday season. She had no intention of going out. This time of the year had a melancholy feel to it. Especially this year. She was eighteen now, but still lived with her parents. Ten years. Ten years since the accid...

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“The copper-blue barge” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #75

The canal boat rocked from side to side jauntily as a cap at an angle, and Karen looked through the window at the steely water, which rippled slightly in the light drizzle. Her barge seemed to be creating a happy tune, mingling the rocking with the squeak of lead- painted boards, the tipity-tapity of rain, and the cheery whistling wind into a jubilant quartet of sound. She added to this with the nervous drumming of her long fingers on the sill; the rain then took this as a challenge to out-drum her, and began to pound the roof with more vigo...

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“Cassie's Hall of Times” by Louise Bell

Submitted to Contest #74

Cassandra leaned over and scratched yet another tally into the slabs of polished marble. The marble was white, but fisured with streaks of navy and aquamarine. In her palace, there was a tranquil, cool air. It also consisted of long hallways, sometimes doubling back on themselves, at other times making you walk for a quarter of an hour but getting nowhere. Everything was in a cool, watery blue or a pale crystalline white. Controversially, outside the palace was a scorching desert, with red, powdery sand and mystical winds blew eerie tunes th...

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