yerp, the last writing project i was on i wrote 30 pages (bout 17, 000 words) that was 2 chapters and only the begining. anyway i got that far and the plot wasnt really working cos it was too complicated.
yea, i meant prolgue lol, i m back now, went to bed, couldnt sleep, got bored came back he he, the prolgue is supposed to be a part of the book to draw ppl in isnt it?? yes, ash is the best friend but damien is some1 very sinister ps there isnt anything supernatural, its all real life sorta thing
for something to do really, i can never really sum up my projetcts in a sentance but i just finished my epilogue, what u think...
My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to think clearly but all I could remember was the sound of his rejection. I had expected it, but I didn’t think he was capable of being so harsh. The only thing I could picture was his face as he told me that he felt physically sick at the idea of being with me. Just then the stairs started to tilt. I felt a sickness as the music started intensifying. I swayed and grabbed the banister before I fell. I could feel and hear the vibrations of the music, but not the lyrics. I just saw Ash again, his face angry, almost hurt. It puzzled me why he should be hurt. The face in front of me was suddenly replaced with Damien’s. Only he looked different, his expression was all wrong. His face looked smug, but also like something else was tainting it. The room tilted at a funny angle again and I swayed. A hand caught my arm. Its grip hurt, and the hand was tugging me. I tried to pull away but I couldn’t feel my limbs, I couldn’t muster the strength to move. The hand tugged me again and this time I fell. I could hardly see and everything was going black. All I could remember was Ash. Somehow his face remained perfectly clear in the midst of the blurring images around me. I was vaguely aware that I wasn’t inside anymore. I could feel the cold, the dampness of the garden. I felt a weight pushing me down, pushing me further into unconsciousness. It went black and I couldn’t remember anymore. I couldn’t remember.
i am going now so will hopefully speak tto u 2 morrow
im writing a story bout how a girl falls in love with her best friend and how she learns to cope with him not feeling remotely interested in her. its about how she learns to accept second best and how he learns that he can go through life without being a complete and utter jerk