If you don't, you should realize that this is my first attempt at a non-fantasy story. This is more supernatural stuff. So don't think it too bad. I like to know how bad I'm doing, so Comments are appreciated!! Prologue The slow steady hum of machines in the background was lost to Professor Dianta, as he peered through his microscope. He nodded to himself and jotted down a few notes on the nearby clipboard before standing up, groaning and stretching out his back, scratching at graying stubble on his chin. The scientist pulled a small recorder from his pocket, and after a quick drink to wet his throat, started it up: "Recorded Journal of Professor Nial Dianta, entry twelve. After a few full weeks worth of leaning over this desk staring at a little plate, I have finally achieved results. The cells are behaving exactly as I planned. Now, if I can fully grow more of these fantastic discoveries, mankind can take the next step in evolution." He clicked the button to shut it off and slipped it back into his pocket, taking the tray of samples back to his little sterile environment he created for it, locking it with a sigh. "Now to only hope I live long enough to see my plans put into action..."
Chapter 1 (I guess?) I woke with a start, swear soaked and roasting under the blankets. The reason why was unknown, but it was extremely uncomfortable. I threw off the blankets, peering over at the bedside clock to check the time and sighing. 5:30 in the morning was not my ideal time to wake up. Running a hand through my short blackish hair, more a dark gray then black, I stood up and shook myself. It was a habit I had fallen into at a young age, having my father, Nial, tell me that I had bugs crawling on me in my sleep. I immediately shook my whole body to get them off. So I did it every morning. I know well enough that he was joking now, but habits are hard to break. Discarding my soaked clothes, I trawled through my messy room, finding things I've never seen before, some more slightly horrifying than I want to discuss, making me wonder if I did have some bugs crawling on me in my sleep. After finding a semi-clean shirt and matching stained pants (the laundry was something neither me nor my father did often) I climbed back into bed, hoping to catch a few more Z's. Wouldn't you know it, the (un)friendly cat walked in while I was submerged in my clothes and stole my pillow. I, of course, didn't see him and my head landed directly on him, prompting a not-so-friendly reaction, meaning quite a few scratches on my face. Not that it mattered, I was quite ugly anyway. Hey, a few more scars may just make me seem more ruggedly attractive (Yeah, right). I shooed him away, the cuts sealing up nearly instantly like they always did, leaving the faint scars to showed they had existed at one point. I never gave my regenerative speed a second thought, as it had happened my whole life. It was just as natural as breathing to me. Nial just said I was special if I asked. Or something like, "Thomas, you're an amazing person. Just think of it like an extra gift that you have. You're lucky to have it, because not many do. Be proud of who you are." I don't know what was up with the whole speech, but it confused me so I didn't bother pursuing it. After a few more thoughts about revenge on the cat, I slowly drifted off to my extra hour of sleep.
Yes, Queen, I see that your writing is a little under-par. It should be a little longer with more description. Maybe a little more info clued in. You know it's sad when I'm commenting on my own work .-. So why don't you do it?
I figured it out my story is unwanted simply because it's not a generic love story or written by popular writers
~•~ A little while later, I woke up in a perfectly normal way, unlike before. My head felt groggy, like I was drunk and dizzy at the same time. I managed to inch my way out of bed, groaning loudly as I stood up. "Ohh damn that hurts..." I shook my head, then the rest of my body. I slowly opened the door to my room, wincing as light suddenly burst into my eyes from the hall. I sigh and swung I stumbled out and down the stairs, tripping over the last one and bonking my head on the wall, earning a muttered curse, more awake now. As the bruise faded I jumped the last few steps and headed to the table, looking around for my dad, then shrugging and opening the fridge, searching the depths of it for something edible. I surprisingly managed to find a little tub of cheese, fresh and ready for eating. I popped the lid and sat down at my chair, popping a little chunk into my mouth as I leaned back. My dad came down a few minutes later, just in time to see me polishing off the last bit "Morning Dad..." I said through a mouthful. He mumbled back, actually a surprisingly enthusiastic greeting for a regular morning. Usually he just stayed silent. "Well then. Something happening today?" Be looked over, pulling open a bag of bread and pulling out a few slices. He proceeded to pull them apart and chew them slowly, sitting opposite me "Yep. You're getting a sister..." _______________________________ Sorry for the shortness I'm trying to think at the moment. But I hope you like it ^~^ it's not really good or anything, sadly