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Hey im Rima!!(or erin, whichever one is ok with me!)
Im putting out a fragment of my goodreads story 'The Aura.'
((i couldnt choose out of my fave three paragraphs so i put em all!! lol, u dont have to read it!))
"Ugh! Five more minutes!" I yelled when the continuos beep of the alarm clock woke me up. When i opened my eyes i saw the light flooding into my room. I stared at the clock, it read; 6:00 a.m. "Why did you wake me up so early mom?!" i yelled to my mom, who was walking down the hall. "It's the first day of school! Thats why! Now get up!" she yelled back. I sat up, thinking, "What?! Summers over already?!?!" wich was right.I got out of bed, i walked grogily over to the mirror. "Ugh, i look like a caveman!" i complained noticing the knots on the back of my head. I grabed my brush and yanked it through the tangles like a pro untill all of them were gone.Thats way better, I thought. I got dressed quickly so i could get some breakfast, because i just noticed the low growl of my stomach.
I stopped by the computer on the way and turned on the music, " A little bit of Jonas never hurt anyone." I whispered as I turned on the Jonas Brothers full blast. "HEY! TURN DOWN THAT JUNK UNLESS YOU ARE GONNA PUT SOME GOOD STUFF ON!!!!" My sister Tori yelled over the music. I didnt get why she was mad, she was the reason i like the Jonas Brothers anyways. "Fine, little miss priss. your just grumpy beacause you didn't fall in love over the summer." I mumbled, while i turned on Fred instead. But Tori said, "Why can't we eat in peace? Turn it off." I did't though, cause Fred is funny! Who wouldn't think fred is funny?! I walked into the kitchen and made a bowl of cerial. Bland. Where were the Lucky Charms when you needed them? I ate quickly, it was the first day of middle school!! Finally!
i got dressed, put on my backpack, and ran to the buss stop. I was wayyy too early. I sat down on the curb and pulled out my notebook that was supposed to be for Scocial Studies, and started drawing puppys in it. Then a little boy, my guess to be 8 years old, came up behind me and said "Wow, are you a 2 year old or something?". I looked up startled. "And," I proclaimed angerliy shutting my book, " Who asked you? How old are you anyways? Five?!". He pulled his face into mock shockness "Ouch. That stung a bit. I'm 10, btw. I'm Gabriel." he stuck out a hand. i didn't take it.
Im putting out a fragment of my goodreads story 'The Aura.'
((i couldnt choose out of my fave three paragraphs so i put em all!! lol, u dont have to read it!))
"Ugh! Five more minutes!" I yelled when the continuos beep of the alarm clock woke me up. When i opened my eyes i saw the light flooding into my room. I stared at the clock, it read; 6:00 a.m. "Why did you wake me up so early mom?!" i yelled to my mom, who was walking down the hall. "It's the first day of school! Thats why! Now get up!" she yelled back. I sat up, thinking, "What?! Summers over already?!?!" wich was right.I got out of bed, i walked grogily over to the mirror. "Ugh, i look like a caveman!" i complained noticing the knots on the back of my head. I grabed my brush and yanked it through the tangles like a pro untill all of them were gone.Thats way better, I thought. I got dressed quickly so i could get some breakfast, because i just noticed the low growl of my stomach.
I stopped by the computer on the way and turned on the music, " A little bit of Jonas never hurt anyone." I whispered as I turned on the Jonas Brothers full blast. "HEY! TURN DOWN THAT JUNK UNLESS YOU ARE GONNA PUT SOME GOOD STUFF ON!!!!" My sister Tori yelled over the music. I didnt get why she was mad, she was the reason i like the Jonas Brothers anyways. "Fine, little miss priss. your just grumpy beacause you didn't fall in love over the summer." I mumbled, while i turned on Fred instead. But Tori said, "Why can't we eat in peace? Turn it off." I did't though, cause Fred is funny! Who wouldn't think fred is funny?! I walked into the kitchen and made a bowl of cerial. Bland. Where were the Lucky Charms when you needed them? I ate quickly, it was the first day of middle school!! Finally!
i got dressed, put on my backpack, and ran to the buss stop. I was wayyy too early. I sat down on the curb and pulled out my notebook that was supposed to be for Scocial Studies, and started drawing puppys in it. Then a little boy, my guess to be 8 years old, came up behind me and said "Wow, are you a 2 year old or something?". I looked up startled. "And," I proclaimed angerliy shutting my book, " Who asked you? How old are you anyways? Five?!". He pulled his face into mock shockness "Ouch. That stung a bit. I'm 10, btw. I'm Gabriel." he stuck out a hand. i didn't take it.
Okay heres an excerpt of Dont Get Caught: "Listen," He said in a hushed voice.
I put my ear closer to the door, I could only hear the faint murmer of the enemy.
"Nothing, it's just non-sense to me,"
He frowned, "Cassie, try putting two and two together, now quiet or they'll hear us."
Again I put my ear closer to the door, I put all of my energy in trying to hear what they were saying. It was hard, but then I was able to pick up words like, 'destroy' and 'kill.' But the scariest one was, 'spies.' I leaned in closer, and was able to make out one sentence.
"Behind the door."
I gasped. Immediatly I rose from the ground, and grabbed Aaron by the collar, "We have to go!"
Aaron and I ran through the halls hoping that no guards were on duty. My heart was pounding and beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. Then we came to a dead end.
"Just great," I growled.
Aaron started looking around.
"Up!" He said in an impatient tone.
"Whatever you say."
There was a vent above our heads. I gave him a boost and quickly he unscrewed our only escape.
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all the boys have seemed a lot cuter today, but Conner looks like a super model. Or a tan vampire from my favorite book twilight. I’ve never seen a boy look so good. Yesterday Conner had messy hair, a normal body, and regular dusty brown eyes, still dusty brown in the sunlight. Today, well you know. Am I starting to like boys? Like, to like- like them? And is it really such a bad thing?
a soft rattaling woke me. I was sitting on the bus. its my 7th grade year at Truscott Junior High. " hey miss?" the bus driver called from the front " we're here and you are the last one off" I looked out the window and saw our school. Standing tall and proud. My junior high in Truscott Maine. Then i reamembered that i had fallen asleep on the bus and i was going to be really late for Homeroom. I sprinted off the bus and ran through the doors and to my new locker. i quickly stuffed my purse in the small space and slammed the door. I ran down the uncrowded halls, into Mr. Rennens room and thumped into my seat. I realized then that Mr. Rennens wasn't in the front of the room. I ran my fingers through super long, caramel colored hair. straightening it out form the bus nap. I looked around the room but Mr. Rennens was nowhere in sight. i looked around again. Everyone was being normal. Rioty, but normal. Then Mr. Rennens walked through the door and behind him a new kid. He had shaggy blonde hair and had really pretty and shockingly Gray eyes. i looked around the room. No one else noticed. The only seat left was the seat next to me. he walked down the row and thats when i relized how tall he was. 5.6 maybe. Really tall.
" hi" he said looking at me. I didnt know what else to say so
i said hi back. He smiled and looked pleased. The class drowned on and the whole time i-idont know why- i couldnt keep my eyes off of the new boy. it wasnt because he was cute or anything or smart, there was something different about him that i couldnt put my finger on.
" can i help you" he said politly, no hint of sarcasm there so i answered
" uh, nothing, whats your name?"
" Cody Linner" he said " youres?"
" Alice, but everyone calls me Ally" i said. Then the bell rang and i had to go to math. i gathered my things and started walking otwards the door. Cody caught up.
" hey ally wait up" he said as we went to the hallway
" yeah?" i asked opening my locker door.
" what class do you have next?" he asked
" math"
" so do I" he said happily. " im just happy i made a friend" i didnt kniw what else to say so
" i can show you where it is"
" cool".
As we walked to math in silence i tried really really hard to figure out what was different about Cody. he didnt pay much attention to me, but mostly focused on not bumping into someone in the crownded halls. I pretty much didnt have to because i was on the un-crowded side of the hallway.
" are we almost there?" he asked dodging a kid with a quick jump to the side
" yea its the next few doors over" i said admiring his speed.
" Have you always gone here?" he asked.
" no we moved here when i was in 5th grade" i said
" where did you live before here?" he asked
" Some Suberbian place in Florida"
" why did you move?"
" we didnt like the heat, so we thought Maine would be better"
" my family and i moved here because of the forests" he said
" really?"
" yea we like to take hikes"
" cool, well here we are!" i said as we walked into Mrs. Call's room. Math went on without any interruptions and we went to all our other classes which was suprising because we had almost all of them together. Then we went to lunch.
is that too much, sry. that is the first chapter of Howl
Heres an Excerpt of my story Dark:It was a dark and gloomy night, a full moon, was coming out of the clouds. I stared at it, knowing that as soon as the clock struck midnight, my life would never be the same.
My name was Jake Lawner.
Where was I? I was up at the very top of a fifty foot tree, by a lake, many miles from home.
How did I get here? I really don't know.
I looked down at my watch, 11:53.
"Seven minutes," I heard a girl whisper down my neck.
I jerked my head around, no one, just branches, and the dark. The moon was halfway out of the clouds, and it lit up most of the tree.
"You know I have this erge to kill you right now," The girl growled, from right in front of me.
No one was there, I was completly a lone, yet her presence was everywhere. My skin tingled, and my eyes became more keen.
"Humans are so slow and weak, why aren't you happy to change?"
This time I knew exactly where she was, beside me, playing with my hair, leaning against my right shoulder. With my left hand I grabbed her by the neck, I tried to strangle her but it was no use, she disappeared.
"Leave me be!" I roared
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Bianca *B*! wrote: "I wrote chapter 5 of Elisia Jayne! My writers block is gone!...For now anyway"Cool!
I HAVE to read the next chapter!! AHHH! (of Elsia Jayne) ohooohhhh ill put an exerpt from The Candlewicks my new story!hold on here it is
Jared Candlewick walked out of the huge peeling back door to their house. Ok it's a mansion but they can't stand that word, it makes them sound snobby. Anyway, Jared walked across the yellowed grass ( it might be a mansion, but its still very, very old)to his twin Selena Candlewick.
" it's summer and the grass is STILL yellow!" selena said yanking some out of the ground.
" yeah, totally" Jared said his mind elsewhere
" whats wrong?" Selena asked noticing his absence
" nothing" Jared said shaking his head, he really didnt know what he was thinking about.
" let's do something today" Selena said jumping up.
" ok, have anything in mind?" Jared asked
" let's just go into town, we'll find someting" Selena said pushing Jared out of the backyard. Their mom was out today so they didnt have to worry much.
" Seeeel'" jared whinned
" jaaar'" Selena mimiked, then laughed. jared laughed a little too. Selena started running, her long, dark chocolate brown hair flying behind her.Jared rolled his emreald eyes, and pushed back his overgrown hair. They look exactly the same. Well they are twins.
" oh just COME ON!" Selena said impatiently waiting the driveway. Selena and Jared dont have many friends so they are close. Ok fine, they have no friends but hey, we can't all have friends. Some people just arent the have-millions-of-friends types. selena and jared sure arent. So they keep to themselves. Anyway the reason I am telling you this is just in case you where wondering why they werent hanging out with anyone.
" JARED!" selena screamed shaking jared out of la-la-land for the third time this morning.
" sorry, im coming" jared said running to his sisters side.
more is coming
THANK YOU! ik it sounds a little bit like the spiderwicks and you would think i got the idea from the spiderwicks but honestly i had a dream about this and it gave me an idea for the candlewicks
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The freezing temperature broke through the thin coat of a young woman hurrying along a seemingly deserted and harmless road.
Something grabbed hold of her _ hair and she fell violently to the ground. She looked around, her chocolate eyes wide with fright. Her eye caught a movement in the shadows, and a creature unknown to humans was suddenly in front of her.
It had scales in a sickly yellow color, and sixteen eyes dotted all over its head, all in a burnt orange. It had nothing but holes for a nose, and a slit for a mouth. It had four long, fleshy tails with sword like spikes on the end, and three clawed feet, but no arms.
It stalked up to her and prodded her with one of its clawed feet, the stench almost knocking her out cold. It whipped its tail around to pick her up, but she dodged it. She had to break free…had to warn Zlacious…had to save everyone…
The woman struggled fiercely with her bindings, but only succeeded in making them cut further into her skin. The creature had recovered from the startling movement of the woman, it lashed out faster and with more force this time. The woman struggled harder. “No! You can’t do this! Don’t you see! It’s wrong! You can’t be that wicked! Your master does not control you! Have your own mind! NO!”
The creature laughed, a sound like a newborn child in the utmost pain, and then set three of its ugly orange eyes on her. She froze. Those eyes captured her; she was stuck in their grotesque gaze. Then it spoke, it was the most unnerving blood-curdling sound; like nails on a chalk board and the crack of bones and the last breath of someone in great pain; it was indescribable. “I am a part of my master. I shall never betray him. I must bring you back to him, you naughty girl. He is angry, you shall be punished greatly. I am not to harm you, you are needed alive, but once the Great One is done with you, I shall be first in line for the…ending of you.” It smiled wickedly, its pointed teeth glinting in the moonlight.
The woman knew it was her end, but she couldn’t give up. She put all her effort into breaking through her coat. She heard the distinct sound of the seam ripping. But unfortunately, the creature heard it too.
It seized her around the middle, just as her magnificent blue wings burst out of the jacket. She flapped as hard as she could, but the creature would not let go. She pulled it ten feet into the air, before collapsing from the effort. The creature smiled its ugly smile again. “I know the Great One won’t mind if I just taste you. It will get you to him unharmed. Yes, yes, a great idea, treat for me, you alive for the Great One, but only just. Yes.”
The creature bent down the nearly unconscious woman. He inhaled deeply, and licked her neck, the spines on it cutting jagged lines, where blood trickled down and out of. The burnt orange of the creature’s eyes turned fiery. The venom from the creature had started to seep into the woman’s blood. She struggled to keep awake, but it was no use. The last thing she remembered was feeling the creatures fangs pierce her skin.
Is that too much? Its the whole prologue
NO NO ITS PERFECTO! whats it called?
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OH MY GOSH I NEED TO READ MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hi, i'm posting an excerpt of my story, the twelfth test.Prologue
The eleven enchantresses stood around the balcony, surrounded with elven creatures. Fairies danced and twirled, but magic surrounded the air, mystical and beautiful.
The queen came out. Her dark red hair and midnight blue eyes shone in the morning sunlight. A royal blue dress made out of flickering rainbows surrounded the castle.
"I have decided," she began in tinkling tones, "That we shall have another enchantress!"
Surprised silence filled the air. The queen frowned, her hair blowing in the wind.
The eleven enchantresses bowed to the queen respectfully and withdrew. The mystical creatures cheered in a strange lauguage.
"We shall have twelve enchantresses!" the creatures cried. Light music filled the air as thickly as petals of flowers.
The queen bowed and went to the shady area of her balcony.
"But who shall we choose?" the enchantresses cried out in dismay.
The queen shook her head. "let this be a test for all."
But the enchantresses sighed. "Only one of true heart can pass thy test." they murmured.
The queen ignored them, her blue eyes radiant. "Let us seek the ones who deserve. Let us cast away the unworthy."
Murmuring spread throug the crowd, a beckoning, worthy crowd.
"But, m'lady!" One of the enchantresses gasped, her long blond hair parting.
"Silence!" a old voice croaked. One of the enchantresses. Her eyes glazed over and unnaturally sparked.
"I see great coming of it." the enchantresses said and blinked, her slanted eyes a dark blue.
"There you are." the queen said confidently.
The enchantresses all sighed. Once the Queen made up her mind, it was no use trying to persuade her to stop.
They just hoped that this was the right choice.
yeah, if you like it, please read the actual chapter.
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This is a paragraph of a story I'm writing right now! Hope you like it! It's called things aren't always what they seem. ( It's pretty long so I'll probably change it)Lucy went outside and looked around the so called "Camp" She came to a tree and sat under it. Just as she was getting comfortable, there was a screech from the cabin next to her. She quickly got up and ran into it. When she got there she was not prepared for what awaited her. A big hole in the floor where the bunk bed should of been. Then as she was turning to leave to get someone for help, she heard someone talking to her. " So human" It said. " Do you want to know what happened to your little friend?" A chill went up her back as she replied nervously, "n..oo.." " I thought so" it said. Then it let out a blood curdling screech, which to her sounded like nails against a chalkboard but to the creature was a laugh. She ran. She didn't want to know what happened next. But she could tell it was following her.
Thanx! That's only the first part though! Your candlewick story was really good 2! Loved it!
Conversation With a StrangerThe Sprinkles of Heaven ice cream parlor defined the word ‘pink.’ The walls were pinstriped in shades of carnation and raspberry, the floors were tiled in pastel, and gauzy rose curtains had been draped across the windows. Even our uniforms were pink. It would have been bad serving Rocky Road to cranky customers when in jeans, but we were forced to dress like a Godzilla-sized bottle of Pepto-Bismol exploded on us. I mean, seriously? There is not a person on the planet that can pull off Pepto-Bismol.
You can always see it when first-timers walk in. They get this stunned look on their faces and their eyes kind of glaze over. You can just tell they’re thinking, Oh my God! It’s like Cupid barfed in here!
The boy was one such customer. He was a frail little thing, with pasty skin and arms that looked like a pair of twigs. He was wearing a Star Wars shirt, too. It was like he was just asking to get beat up. His mother nudged him towards the counter and said, “Anything you want, honey.”
Now, that’s not one you hear very often. Usually it’s ‘Nothing with chocolate’ or ‘No, you can’t get the extra-large double fudge sundae with triple the whipped cream and two cherries.’
“Okay…” the kid said. He pressed his nose against the display, clouding the glass with his breath. “I’ll have a large Superman with sprinkles.”
I dished the ice cream and handed it over. As the mom was paying, she leaned across the register and whispered, “Can you keep an eye on him? I have to run back to the office.”
Jessie Winkle, the only coworker I could actually stand, shot me a surprised look. I was just as taken aback. These days, you don’t just drop your kid at an ice cream parlor. However, something—maybe the desperation—in her eyes made me agree.
“Umm—well,” I stammered. Babysitting had never been my thing. “I guess…”
“Great,” she exclaimed and practically sprinted out the door.
“Tina!” I yelled to the boss. “I’m taking my break!”
I tore off my red candy-striped apron and jumped over the counter. I followed the boy to one of the back booths and sat down across from him.
“Who are you?” he asked, pulling his ice cream closer to his chest. Yeah, kid, I’m here to steal your Superman.
“I’m Beckett. Your mom told me to watch you.” I leaned back against the vinyl cushions and gave the kid a lazy grin. “She had to run back to her office.”
He basically ignored me. Scooping a giant spoonful of ice cream into his gap-toothed mouth, he kept his eyes glued on the ceiling.
“And your name is…?” I prompted. I was about ready to slap this kid. I mean, I was kind enough to spend my break making sure he wasn’t kidnapped or mugged or whatever, and he had to be totally snotty about it.
“John.” He met my eyes for the first time. Whoa. The boy was going to be a heartbreaker when he grew up, with those blue eyes.
“Nice to meet you, John,” I lied.
“Ditto,” John drawled. I held back a snort. Since when have children been so sarcastic? Was I like that as a kid? Wincing, I realized that was exactly how I acted.
“So, what’s the occasion?” I asked. “Moms don’t let their precious spawn get large ice creams for no reason.”
“I’m dying,” John said, without missing a beat.
“Wait, what?” I gasped, sure I’d misheard him. I gave the kid a quick once over. John definitely looked sick, with paper-white skin and the dark purple circles ringing his eyes. His face was thin to the point of starvation; his cheeks were sunken and hollow. The bird-like bones of his skull were prominent under a thin layer of skin. Yeah, John was a wreck. But dying? I must have been hearing things. He rolled his eyes at my reaction, making me think I hadn’t. Obviously, we were skipping the small talk. Honestly, what do you say to something like the sudden ‘I’m dying’?
I settled on a disbelieving, “Seriously?” and stared down at him, my eyes probably popping out of my head. John seemed to be oblivious to any hint of awkwardness his flippant comment had caused.
“Yes,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “The doctors give me a few weeks.”
“Why aren’t you in the hospital being pumped full of miracle drugs?” I found myself asking.
“There’s nothing they can do,” John sagely informed me. He regarded my bewildered face over his depleted bowl of ice cream. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” I assured him, not completely truthfully. “Why are you so calm about this?”
John shrugged. “It’s just death. The #1 killer in the USA,” he joked.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Terrified,” he admitted, eating faster. His Superman was melting, looking more like a puddle than anything.
“That’s not what it seems like,” I pointed out.
“I’m a good actor.” His eyes were sparkling. Was he about to cry? God, I hoped not. “My mom is worried enough about me. I feel bad for her, you know? I mean, when I’m gone, I’m gone. But she’s still gonna be here, without me.”
That’s when the waterworks started. Tears poured from John’s blue eyes, streaming down his cheeks. Honestly, I was a little shocked. John had seemed so together, so stoic. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. That’s what normal people do when their pretty much guaranteed to end up six feet under. They cry.“Oooh,” I crooned, slipping around the table to put my arm around his shoulders. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” I patted his messy red hair, whispering the meaningless words. John knew as well as I did that it wasn’t going to be okay.
When John’s tears slowed, he extracted himself from my arms and scooted away. I understood. However much he had confided in me, I was still that random girl from the scary pink ice cream parlor.
“Thanks,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“You think I was just going to sit there and let you bawl?”
John looked down, obviously trying to hide a blush that was evident on his white skin.
I grabbed his now empty ice cream dish and ruffled his hair. “Want another one?” I asked, forcing a chipper note into my voice. “On the house.”
John, not surprisingly, nodded. As a general rule, people—especially kids—don’t turn down free sugar. I went to fetch the ice cream, throwing a concerned glance over my shoulder.
When I rejoined John at the table, I handed him the dish and asked, “Are you doing okay?”
“Would you be?” he snapped, violently attacking the Superman with his spoon.
I winced. Stupid question, I berated myself. C’mon Beckett, you can do better! “What’s wrong with you, anyway?” I asked, ever sensitive and understanding. Not.
“Doesn’t matter,” John said, and his pretty eyes focused on something over my shoulder. It was like a punch to the gut as I remembered my earlier assessment of John. He was never going to grow up, never get to charm a girl with those eyes. “My mom’s back,” he informed me and scooted out of the booth.
The soft, childlike, John I’d been talking to for the last ten minutes disappeared. The brave mask was back, full force.
I followed John over to his mother. The woman didn’t look anything like him. She was tall and solid, with dark skin and eyes.
“Thanks for watching him,” she said to me, smoothing John’s overlong hair away from his face.
“He was an angel,” I assured her. At the fleeting spasm of pain that crossed her features, I instantly regretted my choice of words. I attempted to rally, saying, “I mean, he was great, not a problem at all.”
“Right,” his mom said, putting her hand on John’s shoulder and steering him towards the door. John pulled away and shuffled back to me.
“It really was nice meeting you, Beckett,” he told me shyly, and threw his skinny, sticklike arms around my waist.
“Ditto,” I said, half laughing. I’m not sure what the other half was. I patted the boy gently on the back, trying to return his hug as weakly as possible. He looked like one good squeeze would shatter him. Finally, John released me and hurried after his mom.
“See ya,” I called, even though I knew I wouldn’t.
The salmon-colored door swung shut after them, chiming cheerfully. The sound seemed out of place, like a pink sundress at a funeral. I grabbed my apron and resumed my post behind the counter, dishing ice cream for what proved to be a steady flow of rude customers.
I spent the rest of the day like a robot. I scooped the ice cream, handed it to the customers, and took their money. I didn’t really say much, and I caught Jessie Winkle gawking worriedly in my direction. Shooting her a grin, so she didn’t freak out and call 911 or anything, I tore off my apron and made my way to the back booth.
I stared at the place where John had sat, leaning his head against the pink cushion. Somehow, his impending death didn’t seem real. Maybe he’d been lying. No. Those tears couldn’t have been faked, not by a ten-year-old.
Tracing the patterns on the table, I tried to think of something other than John. I wasn’t about to cry in the middle of Sprinkles of Heaven. I have a reputation around here—and I don’t want to ruin it. But foremost and insistent on my mind was the image of a tiny, child-sized coffin.
“No,” I snapped, standing up. “There are miracles, Beckett. He’ll be fine.” I knew that wasn’t true. I’m not an idiot. But it seemed so wrong, a little kid dying. John liked Superman ice cream, wore Star Wars t-shirts, and had an adorable dry wit. He would never grow out of that phase—the ice-cream-guzzling, Star-Wars-watching, wise-cracking age. I mean, ten years couldn’t be the extent of John’s existence. It just couldn’t. He needed time to change.
We all do.
This is a short story i wrote a while ago. Any comments? Suggestions?
I LOVED IT! But it is sooo sad, poor John, he didnt even get a real chance to live, only ten years! Oh gosh Im gonna start crying now! But it was amazing, like your other stories!
OMG! ITS LIKE........AH-MA-ZING!!!!!!!!!!!! DUS JOHN RLY DIE???!?!?!
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