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Story Update and PhanSo my story is now 44,020 words long and it's been around a week since I first got the idea. I'm aiming for it to be somewhere around 95,000 to 100,000 words by the time it's finished.
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Today's extract is from the chapter I've just finished writing (Chapter Six - Paradise). Basically, the story's main villain (a nasty chap by the name of Mattrick, a semi-renegade angel) caught up with Peri. Flame showed up with Winnriel in tow, both of them ready to flip their shit because it was way too close this time, in every possible way. Flame decides to deal with this by having a shouting match with Winnriel and then zapping himself and Peri to a deserted island. In order for Flame to be able to turn Peri in to his boss down in Hell, the Fallen angel has to preform a spell. Flame explains how to do the spell but then regrets it, practically begging the kid to forget all about it (he thinks it's a spell to get his brother back up to Heaven, which it is but it also opens a portal to Hell at t
DriftingI need it, just please, help me out, Sir?
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My substance, I'm keen to abuse,
A legal drug, I tell ya, cheap, but oh dear!
So insecure and dangerous...should I?
It'd be my secret, as unique as it is,
Damn it, I'll do it, so excuse me, Sir,
Pass me money, I'm really in need!
I get what I want, this way,
Just be who I'm not,
And everything works out
Relieved I feel free, inside I'm going nuts,
But my face doesn't show it,
No one checks for my eyes,
So I stay fine, better hide,
I can't speak, but whatever,
Just take a seat, and rest,
But didn't that girl just look suspiciously?
Was that just real or imagined?
Okay, maybe I underestimated this...
Minutes scratch by,
Every hour feels like a week,
So soft, and comfy,
And standing in a light glow~
Then drift off, into...
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Have you ever looked around and wondered what things would be like if they were upside-down? If the world weren't colorful, but black and white? If roses smelled disgusting and rotting flesh had the scent of a delicacy? Have you ever looked around you and wondered? No, neither have I. Not until recently, when I've had nothing better to do with my time. I look around and I see only shades of black, white, and a wide array of grays. There's no greens, or blues, or reds, or yellows, or purples, or oranges; it's dull and lifeless. Music of all kinds has a screeching sound, one I can no longer process nor handle, while screams of those in pain sounds as music used to: beautiful, serene, calming. It's actually...I don't know.
But I guess that's just me.
I used to be able to see in color, hear everything the way it should be, smell like a normal human does. I used to feel happiness, and smile, and laugh. I used to run and play with all my friends when I was young. I