Hello Dear Reader,
I am 書く an original novel and I wanted people to at least hear the word of it before I tried to get it out in the world. It's called "The Death Contracts, Vol. 1: GLIMPSE" and it's the story of the main character named Astrid Marker.
The reason why I'm posting this link everywhere I know possible is because I want fans. Desperate? No. もっと見る like curious to see how many people can review what I have so far and tell me what they think. I have the first 8 Chapters 投稿されました on my プロフィール at the website figment.com, the link to it plus the synopsis is straight below, but I wanted to enlighten fellow authors to be first.
CreateSpace.Com - What? Yes. For any 作者 in the business, または any musician, または any filmography buff, Createspace.com is THE place for you! There あなた can アップロード your product of book/music/movie, after making sure it's as professional as you'd like it to be, and あなた can get it out there on Amazon.com for the world to literally SEE and BUY! No joke. Check it out. I know this girl that I follow on my Instagram account who has done this and her first novel is called BORN OF LIGHT, book one in her CHANGE OF FATES series, which あなた can buy as an eBook または paperback version through Amazon.com. Her name is Danielle Carroll and she is my latest idol.
Anyways, あなた can set up prices and use your own cover art または use theirs, and アマゾン will take their proceeds from a certain percentage of the set price to get paid back for what they do for people like us, those who make it, for every product sold. So, that's why I 発言しました for a limited time. My book's first 8 chapters are online for a limited time due to self publishing happening, and I will be removing it from the internet soon, so I want to gain readers as much as possible for those to buy the book whenever I have it available.
Now, here is the synopsis of my novel GLIMPSE:
Astrid Marker is a Death Dealer. He can tell the living from the dead によって one quick look, due to a distinct tattoo that forms on those of the Living Dead. Witnessing his mentor's murder, and tracking down the one responsible, Astrid enters a world of lies, deceit, magic and mayhem and soon realizes that everything is not as it seems...
Thank あなた for taking the time to read this, and if the synopsis intrigued you, here is the link for あなた all to enjoy: link
If あなた found the CreatSpace.com info もっと見る helpful, I'm glad to have shared. Let your voice be heard! :)
Sincerely,
作者 In Progress,
Justin A. Barnes/PeytonAnneEllie/BuffyFaithFan1
I am 書く an original novel and I wanted people to at least hear the word of it before I tried to get it out in the world. It's called "The Death Contracts, Vol. 1: GLIMPSE" and it's the story of the main character named Astrid Marker.
The reason why I'm posting this link everywhere I know possible is because I want fans. Desperate? No. もっと見る like curious to see how many people can review what I have so far and tell me what they think. I have the first 8 Chapters 投稿されました on my プロフィール at the website figment.com, the link to it plus the synopsis is straight below, but I wanted to enlighten fellow authors to be first.
CreateSpace.Com - What? Yes. For any 作者 in the business, または any musician, または any filmography buff, Createspace.com is THE place for you! There あなた can アップロード your product of book/music/movie, after making sure it's as professional as you'd like it to be, and あなた can get it out there on Amazon.com for the world to literally SEE and BUY! No joke. Check it out. I know this girl that I follow on my Instagram account who has done this and her first novel is called BORN OF LIGHT, book one in her CHANGE OF FATES series, which あなた can buy as an eBook または paperback version through Amazon.com. Her name is Danielle Carroll and she is my latest idol.
Anyways, あなた can set up prices and use your own cover art または use theirs, and アマゾン will take their proceeds from a certain percentage of the set price to get paid back for what they do for people like us, those who make it, for every product sold. So, that's why I 発言しました for a limited time. My book's first 8 chapters are online for a limited time due to self publishing happening, and I will be removing it from the internet soon, so I want to gain readers as much as possible for those to buy the book whenever I have it available.
Now, here is the synopsis of my novel GLIMPSE:
Astrid Marker is a Death Dealer. He can tell the living from the dead によって one quick look, due to a distinct tattoo that forms on those of the Living Dead. Witnessing his mentor's murder, and tracking down the one responsible, Astrid enters a world of lies, deceit, magic and mayhem and soon realizes that everything is not as it seems...
Thank あなた for taking the time to read this, and if the synopsis intrigued you, here is the link for あなた all to enjoy: link
If あなた found the CreatSpace.com info もっと見る helpful, I'm glad to have shared. Let your voice be heard! :)
Sincerely,
作者 In Progress,
Justin A. Barnes/PeytonAnneEllie/BuffyFaithFan1
This is a song inspired によって Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story 投稿されました here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written によって a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen 天使 always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken 蝶 with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written によって a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen 天使 always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken 蝶 with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good 日 sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my 本 to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good 日 sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my 本 to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve 年 old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays ピアノ and ギター and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that あなた could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story または movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, または feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as あなた probably know. Imaginary フレンズ can be anything あなた want them to be. An animal, a creature あなた made up, a monster, または just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary フレンズ that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that あなた could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story または movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, または feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as あなた probably know. Imaginary フレンズ can be anything あなた want them to be. An animal, a creature あなた made up, a monster, または just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary フレンズ that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Coming soon, I promise. :):):):):)::):))::):)):):):):):):):):):):)):):):):)::)):):):):):):)::):):)):):):):):):):):):)):):)::))::):):))::):):):):)):)::):))))))))))))))):):):):):):)):):):):):):)::)):):):):)::)):):):::):)):):):):))::):):):)):XPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXXPXPXPXPPXXP:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D::D:DD::DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
It was the 次 day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue シャツ that 発言しました "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she 発言しました "Oh! I didn't give あなた a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
