Hey everybodeh!
I thought i would put a teaser of my book, "Gifted" up here to see if anyone was intrested in subscribing to my journal. (thats where the book is written.)
The man walked over to Alan's tent and knelt,"Alan..." he whispered," We are all alike here, so don't feel excluded at all alright?"
Alan just sat thinking. Thinking about just how incorrect the man's statement was. He looked back on how much he was haunted by himself. The dreams no, nightmares he witnessed every time he slept. He was different. In a bad sense. No one knew what he was capable of, and no one would ever understand. A person would call him "gifted", but Alan called it a curse...
He looked outside of the tent, past the red haired man's grinning face and to the laughter and happiness of the people at the firepit. He coveted their freedom. He felt obliged to warn them, or tell them of what is to come, but then held himself back, for he doubted anyone would listen. After all, he was the youngest one. Immature. Undeveloped. If he were to warn them, the word crazy would be added to that list.
The merry man stood up, and lent out his hand to Alan. Alan hesitated for a second, looking at the man's hand. Finally, he grasped the hand and came from out of the tent. Then, he walked out to the fire pit with the red haired man, throwing his flickering shadow across the grass. Alan socialized with the men as well as he could, but every time he looked one in the eyes, he thought, of how they would be dead tomorrow.
If you liked this, then i have two sections of the book in my journal!
feel free to read it!
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I thought i would put a teaser of my book, "Gifted" up here to see if anyone was intrested in subscribing to my journal. (thats where the book is written.)
The man walked over to Alan's tent and knelt,"Alan..." he whispered," We are all alike here, so don't feel excluded at all alright?"
Alan just sat thinking. Thinking about just how incorrect the man's statement was. He looked back on how much he was haunted by himself. The dreams no, nightmares he witnessed every time he slept. He was different. In a bad sense. No one knew what he was capable of, and no one would ever understand. A person would call him "gifted", but Alan called it a curse...
He looked outside of the tent, past the red haired man's grinning face and to the laughter and happiness of the people at the firepit. He coveted their freedom. He felt obliged to warn them, or tell them of what is to come, but then held himself back, for he doubted anyone would listen. After all, he was the youngest one. Immature. Undeveloped. If he were to warn them, the word crazy would be added to that list.
The merry man stood up, and lent out his hand to Alan. Alan hesitated for a second, looking at the man's hand. Finally, he grasped the hand and came from out of the tent. Then, he walked out to the fire pit with the red haired man, throwing his flickering shadow across the grass. Alan socialized with the men as well as he could, but every time he looked one in the eyes, he thought, of how they would be dead tomorrow.
If you liked this, then i have two sections of the book in my journal!
feel free to read it!
LEAVE COMMENTS TO MY JOURNAL
AND REPLIES TO THIS TOPIC!
no pms plz >< (my inbox is out of control)
