Thanks guys ^.^ And yeah I always struggle with the tensy stuff .-. Thanks, ill watch myself on that haha i always forget which is which an click the wrong one, then I'm too lazy to change it back
It's not a dirty mind, it's a sexy imagination yeah tbh I was thinking of that when I wrote it, but you never know what's gonna happen, tbh I don't know much yet either .-.
Joel's place was considerably small, there must have only been 3 or 4 rooms in the entire place. It was run down too; the bricks outside were crumbling and mossy and the stairs creaked as he led Eliza upstairs to his bedroom. "Where are your parents?" She asked, curious. He turned to look at her, his eyes empty. "Um, I haven't got any, I live alone." Eliza breathed in sharply, both surprised and ashamed of herself for asking. Joel opened a mahogany door and ushered Eliza inside. It was relatively small, and the vermillion walls darkened it, making the entire room look grisly. She sat on his bed, the silky black sheets felt soft on her small hands. She looked over to his shelf and studied the array of books, pictures and movies he had stacked upon it. Joel coughed awkwardly. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wait here." As soon as Joel had left the room, Eliza stood up and walked over to his shelf. There were pictures of him when he was younger, his hair less blond, but his eyes more icy. His gap toothed smile melted her heart as the younger Joel grinned down the camera lens in his muddy football kit. 'Sweet' she thought to herself. As she was turning to reseat herself, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. There was a newspaper cutting wedged behind one of the books on his shelf. She reached over and pulled it free and gasped. The girl on the photo was almost identical to her, with her emerald eyes, fair skin and long brunette curls. She began to read. 'September 13th 1983: The death of school girl Anna Young, 16, has officially been ruled as suicide by court this morning. The enquiry began after she was found hung in her school's basement, where she was found by caretaker Peter Robson, aged 19. Robson was questioned after local authorities were tipped by an anonymous source, but released after questioning.' "What are you doing?" Eliza snapped her head around to the door where she saw Joel, glaring at her angrily. "Um, I was just.." She stuttered, finding the words to explain herself. "Get out." He growled. "But, why do you have th-" "OUT." He barked. He stormed behind her and followed Eliza as she dropped the cutting and jogged down the stairs and out of the house. He slammed the door shut behind her. Eliza was pale as a sheet, stunned by Joel's outburst. She slowly walked away from his door, but her breath caught when she heard frantic whispering from inside. There were two voices, but only one stood out to her. There was endless muttering until she heard one phrase, a phrase that made her heart stop. "She knows too much."
If I don't get more readers soon-ish ill probably stop, I only have like 4 so it's kinda pointless .-.
Don't do it for the readers, do it to write. Don't look for the recognition, do it for the fact it's what you like to do.
I'm writing cause I wanna know if I'm any good at it, how am I meant to know if I get 3 comments at best