That was wierd. I was reading back and saw one of my stories from August, last year.(2011) It's cool to see how you're writings improved. I'd recomend reading some of your older works, to other readers. It helps you see what's been improved and what can be improved more.
I'm quitting this story and continueing it on Wattpad. :3 I have another story I want to write for PimD instead. Please check it out on Wattpad though, as it'll be a little different. Same title.
Updated there. Still behind this one though. Will keep this thread near the top so the other readers can see, but then I'll let it die.
It's being continued, just on Wattpad. (Wattpad's a free app with loads of great stories. If you don't already have it, you should get it. )
Yes! *put hands up in the air* I throw my hands in the air sometimes, cause I'm crazy Parody of Dynamite. Wassup? Bump!
Sorry for not updating in forever. Had bad writers block. Sorry the update's so short! D: -*-*-*-*- I chewed on my lip, willing my body to stop violently shaking. A salty droplet of water escaped my eye; everything that had happened now catching up to me. I burrowed my face into my welcoming hoodie, squeezing shut my bloodshot eyes. Flashback. Work. Over. Shift. Done. Thank God. I slipped my slender body into a over sized hoodie and dark blue skinny jeans. I was sick of haveing to wear s****y clothes. More to the point, I was sick of my stupid job and all the additional crap. I backed out of the strangers' bedroom. My "work" now done. I carefully walked down the stairs, in awe of the poshness of the house I was in. Just as I was about to step out the front door, a glint of something silver caught my eye. I looked left and right, but the hallway only held myself. The man I was just with now asleep. Or so I thought... I walked over to the glimmer of silver, to see it was a wrapper. I frowned. My curiousity rose; my human nature tempting me rip of the layer of shining silver. I still am not sure to this day why I did it, I mean, it was none of my buisness... I carefully peeled back the wrapping paper to see a piece of card. Plain white card. On the card was messy black handwriting... I couldn't help it. I was always known for being curious. I read through the card... My eyes bulged and my hands trembled. I dropped the note to the floor - out of place in the tidy house- and fled, terrified, out the front door and into the night... (Thought I was going to tell you? Nah not yet. ;D Sorry. :L ) Flashback end. The warmth lulled me into an uneasy sleep. I was out. Unaware of anything going on around me. Unaware of the attic latch gradually opening... (Thought I owed you some useful info. You know where he is now. Yet you don't know how, who or why, and that won't be revealed for a while.Sorry.)