it's ok. I have those all the time. So annoying right? I hope your inspiration returns.

Welp, that got darker than I intended at the ending.

~PART 2~

“Hey Stella- check this out. It would make an awesome shot.”

    Stella took a quick look over her shoulder back down the hallway of the castle. Cadence’s voice echoed from around the corner.

“What, have you not finished inspecting the corner yet?” asked Rohan mockingly.

    “There’s nothing interesting there. This is way cooler- come on, you have to see.”

    “Oh all right,” said Stella. She snapped a quick picture of the same peculiar curling patterns they had found on many of the walls of this particular castle and hung her camera around her neck.

    She found Cadence standing at the base of the stairs they had passed earlier, peering up into the darkness. “Look- it goes up wayy further than we thought. Probably one of the towers.” The tightly-knit spiral stairs were made of thick blocks of stone, worn smooth by footsteps and then roughened again by the cruel hand of nature. They had no railing, creating a dizzying spiral that stretched up to unforeseen heights. Cadence crouched on the ground and pointed her camera upwards, angling it just perfectly so the picture would capture the entire staircase. She took a couple of shots.

    “Hey- take one of me.” Rohan started to rush up the stairs, the wisps of her messy ponytail fluttering as she went.

    “Careful,” Stella called after her. “Those could be unstable. I’m pretty sure no one has been here in a very long time.”

    Cadence peered through her lense at Rohan. “Yeah...it makes you wonder why, though. I mean, this whole place is pretty intact. Why isn’t it getting loads of tourism? It’s not often you find an entire castle like this. We really lucked out. How come- how come nobody’s here?”

    “No clue,” Stella replied.

    “Cheese!” said Rohan, leaning over the edge of the staircase far above them. She gave a sappy grin as the camera flashed. “Guys, there’s another hallway up here. It might not all be stable, but I think it leads to some rooms we could investigate. And that’s not even the end of the staircase. This place is gigantic! We’ll have to photograph the rest tomorrow morning-”

    “What?” Cadence interrupted. “Why are we ending early?”

    “I don’t know what your definition of ‘early’ is, but it is starting to get quite dark. We’ll have very little light soon.”

“But...I could’ve sworn it was mid-afternoon just a few minutes ago. Seriously.”

    Stella stared. “Um, this is a prank, right? If it is, it’s not very good.”

    Cadence furrowed her brow. “No, I’m not joking.” She glanced at Rohan, who shrugged. “Eclipse?”

    “It doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll set up camp now and finish photographing the rest tomorrow morning, before the ferry comes.” Stella turned on her flashlight and started walking towards the front of the tunnel. The others didn’t follow.

    “Um...about that.” Cadence glanced hurriedly off to the side. “Uh, the ferry is coming at five in the morning, guys.”

    “What?!” Rohan shouted.

    “Sorry, it was kind of the only way we could get transport to and from the island. The bloke was very insistent about it, saying that nobody, himself included, likes coming anywhere near here because of some superstition. It was the only time available- he made that very clear.”

    Stella stifled a groan.

    “Look- there’s not enough light here anymore to get a decent photo. We’ve got great shots of the outside, and that’s...mostly what matters.” She turned towards Stella. “You’re right- we should go set up camp now and get some sleep.”

    “Yea,” said Stella. They both looked at Rohan.

    But Rohan wasn’t even paying attention. She was several paces away from them, her eyes fixed on something further down the corridor. “Um...guys, there’s something here. It’s...I don’t know how to explain this, it’s like, straight out of some sci-fi movie.” Her voice was shaky.

    Stella rushed back, Cadence at her heels. They both rounded the corner and froze.

    Rohan was silhouetted against a beam of bluish light that stretched horizontally from one side of the stone passageway to the other, like a laser or invisible fence. It had no end or source, it just went in one wall and out the other, glowing with a strangely dim luminescence.

    “What…” started Cadence, “Is that? Are we about to be abducted by aliens?”

    “Seriously, guys, we should go.” Stella didn’t like the beam of light. It gave her a strange, prickly feeling on the back of her neck. “This is too weird.”

    “Are you sure you aren’t the least bit curious?

    “Not really…”

    Cadence took a couple steps forward, approaching the light as if it were a growling dog. “It’s just a trick of the eye, probably. Some gap in the stones that funnels moonlight...maybe? Ok, that makes no scientific sense, but- aahh!” She jumped back.

    “Did it shock you?!”

    “No…” Cadence took a couple more steps away from the light. “It was like the air was sizzling around it, like it would tear me apart if I got too close. I know that sounds strange, but seriously- don’t go near that thing.”

    “‘All right- enough exploring. We should really get going. I don’t like this at all.” Stella turned around to evacuate the premises- and found her way blocked by an identical beam.

    “Okay- don’t panic!” Rohan shouted. “Look- we still have the stairway, as an emergency exit...right?”

    “If jumping off the roof of a castle is considered an exit,” muttered Cadence. “The aliens have got us now.”

    “Will you stop it!? We have to find a way out of this- UP THE STAIRS!” Rohan cried out, for the beams had started to move inwards, closing in on them.

    They ran.

    The time for careful observation was long gone: Stella, Cadence, and Rohan went dashing frantically up the flight of steps, blindly hoping that the century-old architecture wouldn’t suddenly collapse on them. “Hey Rohan,” Cadence started, “Isn’t this somewhat reminiscent of that one scene from Star Wars where they are trying to escape the trash machine and then they are chased by Stormtroopers?”

    “I have no clue- look, why are we running anyway? There’s nothing chasing us.”

    They stopped on a landing, leaning against the wall. “Um, the laser light show downstairs?” said Cadence uncertainly.

Stella felt a sudden pressure in her head.

“What about it? To be honest, I think it was just a trick of the moonlight.” Why did the air feel so heavy? Why did her head fell like a water balloon about to burst?

“That doesn’t explain what I felt near it.” Stella let out a tiny moan.

“Hey Stella...is something wrong? What on earth are you doing?” She struggled onto the roof of the castle, but the open air was not a relief. It only added more pressure. The flames that had flared up, feeding on the stone, seemed to consume all of the oxygen.

“What on earth- NO! THAT’S THE EDGE! DON’T WALK OFF THE EDGE!” They were no longer her friends, only pillars of flame with black pits for eyes. And the view over the valley revealed only fire and the clash of swords, and the screams of so many as they tried to get out before the rift was sealed to lock them inside…

I hope it was ok! I'm a little uncertain about the ending.

Awesome! if that is what you call writers blcok then let me in on it!

Wow! Cliffhanger!

Can't wait to hear more!

~PART 3~

Danie seized the flower-patterned purse, ripped it open, and turned it upside-down. A variety of small objects hit the moss-covered ground- a pack of tissues, sunglasses, a wallet, a tube of lipstick, a library card, and a foil candy wrapper filled with melted chocolate. Danie considered the wallet first, before shrugging and tossing it aside into a small pile of others. Until they could find any evidence of human civilization on this island, it was utterly useless. The rest of the items were also thrown aside, save the chocolate, which was delicately placed in their depressingly meager food pile.

She sighed and slumped over onto her back, staring at the canopy above her. At least it was pretty. The forest they had crash-landed in seemed relatively untouched by humans; the ancient, towering trees tainted by nothing except moss and ivy. Danie idly watched a spider daintily navigate a pencil-thin branch before swinging to the next. She smiled: and humans thought they were good at parkour.

A crashing noise through the undergrowth told Danie that Kes had returned, bearing three backpacks, one of which was torn almost in two, and a singed duffle bag. She dumped all of the luggage in a pile and collapsed.

“Hey...want to switch?” Danie gestured at the pile of backpacks she had yet to sort through. Most of the stuff she’d come across was useless, but hey- maybe in one of the packs she’d find a box of dried fruit, or maybe a working cell phone, for Pete’s sake. Her’s was gone, Kes’s was broken beyond repair, and Lindsey’s was stone dead.

“Nah, I’m good.” She took a deep breath and wiped hair out of her eyes. “Just a little tired.”

“Are you sure about that? You look like you could use a break.”

“I’m fine, Danielle. Seriously.” She glanced at the neatly organized piles of stuff Danie had spent the last 45 minutes sorting through. “Um, is that our food stock?”

“All I could find.”

“Oh boy. We are totally not going to starve.”

“Hey...I’m trying, ok?”

“I’m not blaming you. Besides, hopefully once I find a way to reach the back of the plane, I might be able to find some airline meals and snacks.” She stood up with sudden resolution. “I’m going back now.”

“Can I come, too?”

“No, you’re good. We need as much food and water as we can find. Besides, your arm is broken.”

“It’s not broken, just scraped up really badly. And that doesn’t mean I’m useless.” Danie tried not to look at the messy bandages that surrounded her left arm, or think about the horrific dead flap of skin running up it. She winced. “You probably need a second pair of eyes. What if something explodes?”

Kes paused. “Ok...you might be right. Follow me.” She set off, weaving quickly between boughs, then turned back to Danie and said, “Hold in your stomach. It’s...not pretty.”

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Danie had woken up an hour earlier sprawled on a bed of moss in a considerable degree of pain. An unrecognizable person had been pouring something on her arm that made it sting as if it were on fire, and then had wrapped it up swiftly in bandages. It had taken Danie a few seconds to realize that the arm in question was covered in blood, and a little longer to notice the tiny pieces of glass stuck in her forehead. After that, she’d nearly freaked trying to figure out where she was, or what was happening, or what had happened to get her in this position, and was informed by the unrecognizable person (who said their name was Lindsey) that she had survived a plane crash and was stranded in the Scotland wilderness. After tending to Danie’s injuries, Lindsey had left abruptly, leaving Danie to reclaim her bearings in the middle of a forest. Danie was not especially happy about this.

After the memories flooded back, however, things got easier. She’d met Kes, whom she recognized from the plane. Kes said she was salvaging as much as she could from the wreckage and that she needed someone to sort through it, which had left Danie up to her knees in junk.

Now, she followed Kes through the woods on an unseen path that Kes seemed to know very well. They lept over thorn bushes and patches of nettles, not talking. The journey was relatively short; in no time at all, they rounded a bend and what remained of the metal bird came into view.

Danie’s mouth dropped open, and closed again.

The wreckage was gigantic, a mountain of metal and glass that seemed seconds away from collapsing in on itself. Trees had been toppled in grotesque ways, leaving spikes of wood sticking out among the rubble just as sharp as glass. The nose of the plane was half-buried in soil, and one of the wings was caught among branches, suspended in the air in a cruel imitation of flight. And spattered on the inside of one of the passenger windows was something dark and crimson. Danie shuddered.

“How many are there...in there?” she whispered. “Bodies?”

Kes was staring just above the horizon, as if to look anywhere but the crash. “I’ve lost count,” she said quietly.

“I’ll stay out here, I guess. Watch the smoke- I don’t like the way it looks.”

“Yea, I still haven’t found the source of it. We’ll have to be careful.” Without another word, Kes slipped in between the wreckage, following a makeshift trail she had formed, before vanishing inside the body of the damaged aircraft.

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The ferryman had been doing his job for approximately 5 years, and in all that time, only three people had wanted to travel to Taibhsean. Perhaps this was because it was so remote and far away, or that barely anyone knew about it. Perhaps that was all for the best. He wanted nothing to do with the place, and had only agreed to stop by because one of the teenagers had been most convincing-partially because of the money in her pocket. He scoffed. Teenagers! They were all foolish these days, probably because society encouraged them to be. Those few in particular were most likely visiting Taibhsean on a dare. He knew people had done it before. Still, the one he’d talked to had been very persuasive, which was part of the reason why he was getting up much earlier than usual to meet them on the island at 5 in the morning. He wondered if they would be there, waiting for him.

20 minutes later, he was waiting at the dock, which was incredibly run down because no one ever used it anymore, and the teens were nowhere in sight. Perhaps he should wait five minutes? No, it was already past 5, and he needed to get back to the mainland. It was on them, he thought grudgingly, pulling out of the harbor. It was their fault. Doubt prickled in his stomach~ they had to be still on the island, right? They were probably just late, right? It was the only possibility...for any island but this one.

Stifling the guilt in his chest, he pulled out to sea, never once looking back as the foreboding cliffs behind him grew smaller and smaller.

•O• AMAZING!!!!!!

I'm bored.

i'm scared. 

This is so darn good Jarvis! So every one is stranded, huh. That's nice.