Random plot's I come up with on the spot!

A/N: Well, now that I know I fail at writing long stories, I've decided to do mini chapters of idea's I sometimes get randomly. If anyone does like them though, I'll consider turning it into a book. All critisism is welcome as long as you're not being plainly rude. 

The first one, is a chapter I entered for a contest on a different writing website called Storywrite.

There will be blood.

It was happening all over again - The screams, the dying wails, the cries of fear. It was still fresh in my mind after four years. The dream I remembered so vividly. Perhaps it wasn't a dream, but a memory. 

The blood... There was so much blood. It bespattered the walls, and pooled on the floor around me, and there was nothing I could do. It seemed to be raining blood everywhere, adding to my fear.

Footsteps. I heard them approaching fast. My heart rate increased to the point where I thought it might leap out my chest and run. I scrambled as quietly to the dark corner as possible, which proved to be a difficult task. After slipping over several times on my way, there was nothing I could do except curl into a ball, and hope I blended in to the shadows.

The footsteps got closer, and I held in a whimper. The person was close enough for me to see them peering down at me, a mix of surprise, and almost... No... It couldn't be sympathy. 

The people who had charged into our peaceful village and brutally murdered and raped our friends and family cannot feel Sympathy for a parent less girl. Despite my fear, a traitorous feeling of hope piped up inside of me, but my brain thought otherwise. My body acted on it's own accord, and lashed out. I caught the figure in the shin, and scrambled upwards, attempting to run for the door. I made it about three steps forward before I fell again, my clothes red and dripping with blood.

The man rubbed his knee, he glared at me, a murderous glint in his eyes. My first instinct was to scream, and that's what I did. It was an ear splitting scream, the kind that made you shiver - and not in the good way. 

My scream of terror continued for at least ten seconds before I recieved an extremely painful kick to the chin. The blow sent me spiraling backwards.I looked up at him, my eyes full of terror, which only increased when he unsheathed his sword, and neared me in an almost predatory style.

"Insolent child, you will learn your place!"  He hissed, voice full of venom and aggression. In one, swift movement he swung out his sword, leaving a large bleeding gash along my cheek. I couldn't hold them in anymore, and the tears spilled free like a water fall.

"Aww! Little pathetic rat going to cry?" He mocked, eyes burning with a sadistic pleasure at my pain. I scrambled back, until I hit the wall. The cut on my cheek was numb, probably because I was too preoccupied to be in pain.

"You're weak... Just like your parents and the rest of this village." He said with a bark of laughter. His insult filled me with a sudden bravery that came from nowhere, along with a burst of anger. I stumbled to my feet, glaring.

"You call me weak, yet you stand before me, a defenseless child with your sword drawn. "Do you need a sword to defeat a mere child, or as you so politely put it, 'little pathetic rat?" I shot back, which was when my courage dwindled away.He seemed slightly shocked by my outburst, but was soon overcome by anger. His sword made another gash along my right arm. Blood was dripping freely now, but I was too wrapped up in my emotions to notice. I curled up into a defensive ball as he raised his sword high, no doubt for the killing move. 

All I felt, was pure, unbearable pain spreading through me like a wild fire, burning and melting, and then I woke up.

The fact that I was currently drenched in my own sweat, and crying hysterically didn't help the fact I was too scared to go back to sleep. I glanced around, almost making sure that it was a dream. I managed a shaky smile to myself when I noticed I was in my room. 

"See... Nothing to worry about..." I muttered to myself, and lay back down, forcing my eyes shut as I lay in a tense, awkward position. 

I was able to relax after I calmed myself with thoughts of my friends and family, and felt myself drifting off when the atmosphere in the room dropped dramatically.

"Boo."

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In case anyone didn't undestand, this is basiaclly a memory/dream of a female character where she is stuck in something similar to a war, with soliders, death and fear. 

The second is called Survival:

Looking back, I can't really see what triggered the events leading up to... This. This destruction, chaos and bloodshed. 

It stared off with a simple disagreement: They wanted blood, we wanted peace. Most of us used to live in ignorance of the evil around us, mainly because our world is already corrupt. To think that one, overly confident teenager caused a vicious, insane war that would last for centuries to come is insane. But look where we are now.

And I am ashamed to say that I am that teenager. Not that anyone else know's that; If they did I wouldn't be here. Every living second of the day I feel hatred and anger towards myself: It was an accident, but it was still my fault. In war, you can't afford to make accidents: So what do I go do? Get my self in the deepest trouble ever.

Depression is sinking in. For days, we have wandered the forests's starving, cold and weak, and by we I mean the remaining group of survivors. Ever since the vampires had emerged from the safety of the dark, people had been disappearing. And yes: Vampires exist. For those who believe in the fairy tale version of vampires were seriously mistaken. These... Creatures are soulless, blood thirsty monsters who feel no sense of remorse, or guilt. Heck, sometimes I wander if they even feel at all.

It started off slow at first - 1 or 2 people each week. But now? I fear that we are the only survivors left. We were the ones who escaped the compounds, and broke the most important rule: Don't tick of the vampires. Something tells me Vampires don't like their blood bags running off.

I know it wont be long before they catch us, I have that impending doom feeling in my gut, and it's telling me we're going to die painfully as well.

The elderly are trailing behind, and the weak left for dead: Face it, we can't have anyone holding us back. Sometimes, I think that it is we, who are the monsters, but in war, opinions don't matter: Only survival.

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So far, those are the only two Idea's I've had a chance to write, and although they're short they could easily be developed into longer chapters/books if you guys want. 

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P.S - Please tell me if I made any mistakes so I can correct them :D It would be seriously appriciated.