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Ok as you can tell from the subject I'm writing a book. I've tried it before and failed so this is the farthest I have gotten in writing a book. So be nice but tell me what you think k?
The Begining
Karen, Martha, Jared....... They believed. Me? No. I didn't. At least, I used to not believe. So why was I going through this and they weren't? It's because they believed, that they weren't in pain right now. I was because I had wanted more proof, that I could feel life slipping away. Because they were so willing. Because I wasn't......
Awakining
Midnight. A time when the world sleeps. I was sleeping too. I thought I was sleeping. This didn't feel like sleep though. I was resting, that much was true, but I was strangely aware of everything going on around me. The dust settling by my ear, the bug scurrying across the floor and a presence in the corner. The latter registered in my mind and I sat up to see what it was. What I saw was complete darkness, so when a soft handsome voice spoke, I jumped, turning in the direction it had come from.
"Well, look who finally decided to wake up". I had heard the voice before, but there was a fog that kept me from identifying it.
"Who's that"? I managed to say, careful not to slur my words.
"You mean you don't know who I am"? He, for it was a male voice, said in mock sadness. "We shall have to change that".
It was a swift movement and I hadn't realized what had happened until I felt the cool night breeze rushing past my face. It felt like I was flying, only I was being carried.
Before I could truly appreciate it, the breeze ended and I was set on my feet in a dark room. Off balence, I started stubbling, trying to stay up right. A cold hand caught me above the elbow and helped steady me.
"There now. We don't need you falling over right now". With that, who ever had my arm let go and proceded to light several candles. As my eyes ajusted, I could make out a tattered old couch and a side table that seemed to be missing a leg.
"Carlton". I said, finally reconizing the voice and where we were. We were in his manor, in the sitting room. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black hoodie. Carlton's movements were quick and barely made a sound as he finished lighting the candles.
"Violet, I've asked you before; call me Carl please. Now that you remember who I am and I'm sure you reconize where you are" he said, sprwaling across the couch, "Tell me; How are you feeling"? With that he fixed his gaze on me waiting for my response.
Well thats all i have right now but im still working on it! thats not even half on the first chapter. so tell me what you think please!!!! crying
 Komugi_8 · Sat Jan 20, 2007 @ 10:51pm · 3 Comments |
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