Just looking around. In the process of my first novel, which is a mix of almost everything. Love dystopia and fantasy. I would love to see others writing.
Just looking around. In the process of my first novel, which is a mix of almost everything. Love dystopia and fantasy. I would love to see others writing.
She ordered a small tea and one of my famous biscuits- that’s all. But it meant a lot to me.
Under five pounds. Maybe two.
I couldn’t quite remember, I couldn’t quite grasp the situation entirely. God.
How did I not see it? How could I be so stupid.
The lack of wrinkles on her face which I thought were out of beauty- were actually dressed up as the devil in disguise. Her smile was robbing me ...
“Elizabeth!” He called out to me but I couldn’t hear his cries.
Although I felt his sense of tension increase dramatically.
But I didn’t care, I was too focused on running, too focused on getting away from here. Away from him.
And engulfed by the rain.
Just go, just get out, I felt my brain shouting to me.
But I couldn’t. My hands were shaking and my legs wouldn’t work fast enough.
And now...
TW: Rape
I was always burned as a child.
I was always thought of as nothing.
I was told to shut my mouth, to stop taking. That I didn’t have any opinion.
But neither did my mother. Neither did my sister, although I never saw her before she was shipped off. I barely knew of her existence. Father always liked me better.
It’s sound cliche but the world went mad, people were too power hungry and ...