Breathing Water

Help Me!

Dear Readers,

I am writing this as a letter because I want it to be a conversation with you. First of all, I am aware and have seen the many comments and messages asking me to continue this story. However, I regret to inform you that I cannot do that. This story was created when I was really young and as a person who suffers from asthma I wanted a story that didn't make it out to be some kind of bad thing. Yeah, it sucks sometimes but it is not the worst thing. Anyway, I didn't really have a direction that I wanted to take the story and now it has been so long I don't want to come back to it. So, this is all the story you will get from me. You are welcome to make up any future you want to for Oyster, Shelly, Glimmer and any other characters you enjoyed. If you publish a story using any of these characters please give me credit.

The second topic I would like to talk with you about is another story. I have the premise and a few chapters of another story written. Although, I can't decide if I want to post it here on Wattpad. If I do post it I have a couple of problems: I don't have a title for the story; and I'm not all that good at writing descriptions. Below is the opening paragraphs that I have written for the story:

Once upon a time in a land much different than the one you are reading this story from the fables had said that a long time ago bringing back the dead was as common and plain as the daily activity of baking bread. However, many years prior to the significant moments of this story a ruler came to power who held very strong beliefs about many topics including the process of returning lost loved ones to the land of the living. Therefore, he put a ban on the action and sentenced anyone found to be practicing "such evil magic," as he put it, to be hanged.

While outlawing something does tend to make it happen a lot less often, it rarely if ever stops it from occurring altogether. There is a tribe of magic users that still believe in the process of returning the dead to the ones that love them in a secluded part of the farthest reaches of the forest that surrounds the nation.

A woman whose eyes are filled with constant tears and a chest that is weighed on heavily by the largest of heartbreaks. She stands at the head of a table in the ritual chamber of the tribe's village-like home in the forest. On the table lays a man whose eyes were once the brightest blue the woman had ever seen, but now they are dull and empty. He used to smile in a way that brought life to the woman, now his mouth lays stiff draining her of all feeling of ever having lived. She looks over the body of the one person who cared about and for her so well that she immediately forgot the heartache she felt at home in her own family every time she saw him. A small tear escapes the corner of her eye and slowly rolls down the side of her cheek as she waits to see if the ritual she had just learned to perform worked.

If you enjoyed that and/or wish that I publish this story here, please leave a comment with your approval and a suggestion for the title of this fantasy story.

Gratefully,
Rachel389

UPDATE: I have started posting this story. I currently have a prologue and 4 chapters written. I am working on the fifth chapter, but I will be posting once a week until I catch up with where I am in writing after that it will probably be pretty slow to update because I am a full time student and I work two jobs. I will write as much as I can when I can, but I cannot guarantee that it will be quick.

I have most of the plot planned out for the story, but feel free to leave me suggestions about things you might want from the story. I might take them into consideration, but if nothing else I will enjoy seeing parts of the story that interest you.

The title of the book is Twisted Moore. It can be found under the tag #fantasy or on my page.