Aaaaw finally got to the end and I'm really sad :(
Amazing, I can't believe I never clicked on that link before
Your style is so unique, its better than a lot of published books
Keep writing hun...or I'll eat your soul
*skwish* XD
Not at all. It's probably my bad explainations. I'm not that great at writing yet, but if you do want to understand a bit then PM me with whatever it is and I'll endeavour to explain it.
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System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is two thirty-one am. I am sixteen years old. I am awake. I’m not sure why I am awake, only that I have a strange sensation of fear creeping over me. I pull the duvet closer around my neck. I still feel the hands reaching for my in the darkness. Reluctantly I roll onto my side, fiddle around the wire of the light, eventually finding the switch and in a slight panic, I switch it on. I draw my hand back quickly into the safety of the centre of the bed. I glance around, paranoid. My room is empty. I don’t dare look beneath my bed. Then, almost ominously, I catch sight of a piece of paper, folded, left beneath the lamp.
The blue ink has seeped a little and the backdrop of lines in my half dreaming state makes the paper look like a sheet of music. I don’t want to touch it. I’m not sure why. Only this odd state of foreboding tells me this day, or rather this night is any different to every other night. Something tells me this day is different. Today I woke up. Today I am here to watch this fear unfold.
A sudden spasm reaches my spine and I shake a little, cold to the bone. Again I glance around expecting danger to be lurking in every crevice. The room is still. I close my eyes a little, testing my bravery. I last a few seconds before I cannot force myself to be blind for a second longer.
My hand reaches, undeterred by my panicked brain, toward the paper. A creak of the floorboard sends my hand flying upwards, the light comes with it and the bulb smashes as it finishes its propelled journey at my wall. It is dark. I panic. I do not move. I am torn. I need light but the floor is covered in glass.
I turn onto my side, away from the glass and with a swift tug I pull the duvet out from under me, onto the floor. I pray silently that glass doesn’t penetrate the soft, fragile wall I have put between it and my feet. Wincing, I step down with my full weight. I creep along the floor, eventually finding my way to the wall. A slight sting in my right foot tells me that I managed to stand on one piece. My hand reaches toward the light switch and I wake up.
Sitting bolt upright I glance around me, nothing to be afraid of, no glass on the floor, the light is in one piece and there is no note hidden beneath it. I curse under my breath. I wish I had had the chance to know what that scrap of paper meant.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
“Never lose faith in yourself,
and never lose hope;
remember, even when this world throws its worst and then turns its back,
there is still always hope.”
