Hey You, WordPressers!
So… I’ve been fiddling with my blog’s theme, couldn’t make my mind up, and I found this one (It’s called pressrow). It kinda has style and I loooved the arrows. I don’t know why, they just caught my eye. Well… I think I should get to the juicy stuff eh? Okay. I’ll post two parts of my book. You can tell me what you think, and then after that, I’ll continue with my title quest and I’ll give you the why for all of the 4 options of titles I’ve got. Kay? Okay.
Part 1:
He had a pair of amazing light brown eyes, which were staring at me with the strangest of expressions. Was it interest? Or was I only imagining it? His skin was near to my colour.
“Hello, I’m Alfred Kerrich,” he said in a gorgeous voice that went just perfectly with his face.
“I’m Hayley,” I said shyly.
“Okay, I’m going to dictate you guys the books you’ll need to read for next semester.”
I started writing the books as he spoke them.
As I wrote down the list of books, Alfred’s pen rolled down to my right hand. I reached for the pen with my right hand. He had his hand reached for me to give him his pen. I nervously gave him his black pen. As I gave him his pen, both our right hands touched.
My heart would have started beating erratically, and my face would have gone red, but my body didn’t have time enough to react, because I saw another of those visions. It was Alfred, the gorgeous, godlike boy beside me. He was… dying. He was lying on the floor with breathing problems. There was a strange black-transparent figure beside him. In my vision, Alfred’s face was agonized, pained. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted this vision to end, but I couldn’t feel myself. I couldn’t find my eyes. I was like in the vision. It was too real. I saw it as if I was there. Finally, the vision finished. I was back to reality.
For a fraction of a second after I was brought back to reality, Alfred had an expression like if he were daydreaming. Then he kind of woke up, and looked at me. We stared at each other – both of us with a face of pure concern for the other. His hand started crawling through the table, heading towards mine. I wanted so much to hold his hand, but, at the same time, I didn’t. I didn’t want to see those visions of this beautiful boy in pain. I didn’t want to see him agonizing. I folded my arms, and hid my hands underneath them, so that I couldn’t touch his hands. I looked at him, trying to tell him with my look, why I didn’t want to touch his hand. I really hoped he would understand. Understand both that I didn’t want to see that vision again, and that, apparently, I was seeing visions.
We were still looking at each other when the bell rang. I think he did see something. If not, why else would he be looking at me with such an expression?
Part 2:
When the bell rang, I went running to the bus stop, and went home. I went to my bedroom, and closed the door behind me. I sat down, with my eyes open, seeing nothing. I wasn’t even really thinking. Suddenly, I felt a noise downstairs. I thought mum was getting home much later. I half-ran downstairs, and into the kitchen, where I had felt the noise. There was no one there.
“Mum?” I asked. My voice was shaky.
No one answered.
“Sophie?”
No reply.
What was that noise? I went into the living room, looking everywhere, taking each step gingerly. I heard another movement. I looked at the table. There was a glass on top of it. I was going to get it, but the glass started kind of shaking. Not quite moving, just shaking, like when glasses start shaking before the fall to one side. Cautiously, I started walking towards the still shaking glass, and – with a shaky hand – took the glass. I started walking towards the kitchen, and left the glass there. I started staring at it, waiting for it to start shaking again, but it didn’t. Maybe there was just and open window, and some wind came in, and made the glass shake. I started walking with exaggerated slowness towards the living room, and checked all of the windows.
They were all closed.
I stood there, in front of a window, looking at nothing, thinking of nothing, when I saw something behind be.
I didn’t quite see something, because I wasn’t really sure. It was like just a white shape. Not quite a silhouette, although I could tell it was kind of human. I turned to look at the living room, to see where I had just seen that…thing.
There was nothing.
I suddenly felt a chill pass through my spine. Had I just seen a…a… a ghost?
If someone saw me now, he could say that I looked as if I had just seen a ghost, and he would be right.
Okay, I think that’s kind of alot. don’t you guys think? Well anyways. Just read, enjoy, and tell comment what do you think.
Well here are the option for title, and they why.
Moonrise, Rising Moon & Early Night … Are because they are like the beggining, eight? moonRISE RISING moon EARLY night see? The beggining.
Mist, though, is because nothing is clear for Hayley. She can’t quite see whats happening — She’s not blind. Don’t take it too literally — Until she’s like real close to the… danger. She doesn’t know what’s she’s involved, until it’s too late to turn back. Not that there was much of a choice for her.
See? That’s what the titles mean, though I’m going more for Moonrise. Tell me what do you think? What title would you put?
Also, I still need the name for a guy. Not a too common name, and please try to pick a name that doesn’t start with the letter “A” I’m a bit sick of that letter.
Well, that’s pretty much it, so until my next post.
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~Sofy
Paint Your Life In The Colors Of The Wind 
It’s been so long / More bout my book / Drawing butterflies :)
Posted in Book, Books, Butterflies, Random Thoughts, Uncategorized, tagged Alfred, book, butterflies, butterfly, comments, etc, Hayley, month, names, need, purple on July 28, 2010| 2 Comments »
So this is ummm….. good/bad news… I had written alot of my book. Really. It was like finally really growing on me. It was finally like I could write effortless. Not having to think, exept for Alfred, Who’s personality I’ve still got to figure out. So, the thing is, I was all okay and all, so I was going to write more the other day, and guess what? Half of what I had written was deleted. It just simply dissapeared. The thing is, I know it wasnt because “I put the comupter off, and I hadn’t saved it” Because I don’t own a computer. I own a notebook, and I don’t switch it off, pretty much ever, because it’s really slooooooow in loading, so I just simply close it. So it was not that. Now, you may be wondering “How could this possibly have any good news in it?” Well it does. I’ll obviously continue — I’m not that impatient, and there were some stuff where I wasn’t one hundred percent keen on, so I’ll be able to fix ’em yay! Don’t worry, be happy and all that :D.
Hey guys out there: I AM STILL NEEDING A NAME! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU! A NOT VERY COMMON NAME! PLEAAAASSSSEEEE!
Now… What else was there to talk about?
Oh yeah! I was going to say that I have lately been really into drawing, so today, I drew two butterflies, but I only painted one. Maybe I’ll take a picture of them, and post it and blah blah blah. You know how I just jabber on and on about just any single thing that happens in my life. Really stupid things. Things like talking about how I jabber on and on about things hahaha 🙂 Well, how I was… previously talking about butterflies, I’ll leave you guys with a picture of one. (It’s not one of the ones I drew :))
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