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Theier Christodde

Location: WA, Australia

Member Since: February 2012

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Hey there,

I've always had a passion for reading and writing and finally decided to get off my backside and do something about it. I prefer the simple things in life; I don't care for constant upgrading or possessing the newest technical gadgets (pretty odd for a seventeen year old, huh?) as long as I have my Green Apple Licorice and a good book or two. If I'm not on FictionPress, Google Plus or Facebook, I'm most likely buried under homework, so please excuse my attempts at regular updates. 


To start off with, I'm going to post a small one-shot I wrote some time back. It isn't my usual genre; light, fluffy, sweet but my friend asked me to write one for her as a birthday present and she, just like the story, is the exact opposite of me. It's titled Brachiorradialis and details the relationship of a geeky medical student and her kickboxer best-friend and long time crush. 


Next on the list is a multi-chaptered action fic. I won't ruin the surprise with a detailed summary just yet but here's a few little teasers for you all :



Theme song wise? "This is War" by Thirty Seconds to Mars;  "Nalepa - Monday" REMIX by the Glitch Mob; "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park  


“YEAH? Well you’re just a BITCH!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

- - - - - - 

“Wh-when did you…” The question refused to leave my throat but I knew he understood what I meant. He looked out the small window of our motel room, sighing softly.

“About three.” It was now seven, which meant he’d known for around four hours; I felt a flare of anger well within me. Why hadn’t he told me as soon as he found out? He may have put us both in danger by letting me sleep. I swear, men – boys – are so thoughtless sometimes.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You were asleep.”

“Spencer,” I said darkly.

“You needed your rest and I needed time to…get over the shock of it.”

His answer left no room for questions. I folded my arms over my chest and shifted my weight to my right leg; Spencer had since stuffed his hands into his pockets and we stood there, together but apart, mourning.

- - - - 

Hours later I stood in the pouring rain before an overly large rock – Nikolaas’ unmarked gravestone – a single daffodil in hand. Spencer was kneeling before the grave, propping up a small shelter for the scented candles he was lighting. The forest was dark, quiet save for the splashing of the rain as it fell around us but neither Spencer nor I paid any attention to our drenched clothes or the muddy ground.

- - - - - - - 

My blood froze. Immortality? Spencer was a Hunter-turned-Haitian priest, he was immortal. Unless…I looked at him, studying the familiar features. They seemed sharper, darker somehow. I had a bad feeling about it.


“I couldn’t lose you.”

- - - - - - - -

“I’m at the junction of Juan Gueterra and Vara-Marquez National Park. Come and get me.” I dropped it and, turning on my heel, bolted for it. I had twenty minutes at best until Claude and his men got here and there was still plenty of preparations to be made. I glanced back to where Spencer had been. The spot was empty; he’d melded away into the shadows. 

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