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03 Apr 1998
1 Blog Posts
03 Sep 2009
first chapter. hope you like it.
I woke up with a start. I could feel the wetness of sweat on my forhead. My breath came out fast and harsh, like i had been running for ages. My heart started thudding so loud I could almost hear it. I looked around. My head started to spin a little. Where was I? Where the HELL was I?
I was sitting up in a large, old-fashioned bed. The sheets were soaked up with my sweat. There room was minute, and seemed to be lacking enough oxygen to breath. It was almost bare, except for a miniature chest of drawers next to the bed. There was also a mirror, trapped in a beautiful, antique frama, plastured to one of the great, ugly walls. There was also a small window.
I didn't recognise the place. I took several deep breaths. I tried to think straight. I tried to remember what happened the previous night, what caused me to end up in here. But i couldn't remember anything. Blank. Blank. Blank.
My head started to spin again. Shit. SHIT. "Okay," I told myself. "Start of by trying to remember SOMETHING about yourself."
My name. Right. Anna. Anna Cresswell. That's good. I remember. 17 years old. Very good. I remembered my parents, school, friends etc. But when it came to the previous night: Blank. As if my memories was a TV, which shut itself when it came to last night.
I took a deep breath and got out of bed carefully. The floorboards creacked under my bare feet.
I walked upto a mirror and saw a stranger staring back.
Crap. What has HAPPENED to me?
There were dark, bruise-like shadows under my eyes, as if i was recovering from a broken nose. My hair was darker than midnight, or so it seemed. My skin was pale. Pale white. My eyes travelled down to my clothes and i sighed, relieved. Something I finally remembered.
My clothes. That black, sequined top and those tight-fitting jeans. I remember buying them. I remember trying them on at home, infront of my mates. I remembered them admiring me from every ang
Posted on 03 Sep 2009
Woah, that's great. I'm writing a novel also so high-five! Keep writing! Tell me if you want me to help you write.
Its realll good ;D
you left me in suspense gahh..i wanna know whats going on over here?1
i like it so far.
so far so good....
keep it up..:)
ahhh! i have got 2 know wat hapens next!!!....wel that is like amazing! keep writeing plees!!! :)
Posted on 04 Sep 2009
fictionpress.com : P
OMG!! you have to post the rest!! Is she dead? or dreaming? eeepps! so much suspense!
really good , keep writing :p
thats amazing what happens next????????
Posted on 05 Sep 2009
I can't believe you're 11. I'm writing a novel, also so . :thumbup:
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