Roses Are Red

Prologue

The words flew across the page, swimming in between the lines and creating metaphors, dialogues and similes. They spoks for themselves, telling stories and resembling a piece of art. They were fragments of the writer's soul, a beautiful symphony created to make the reader lost in the meander of her or his imagination. It was something so unique and beautiful that no one could recreate, even if they tried.

At least, that's what writing and reading meant to Nicole. She loved losing herself into a world were everything had a solution and that even in the most desperate of moments, there was still that small drop of hope. And she was the one who would decide the consequences of the character's actions,  words, attitudes.

She was in charge...

... she was the writer...

...she had the power...

...and with only one inky word...

...she could change everything .

[~~~~A/N~~~~]

OK, so this is my first story written in English EVER.

I mean, in these two years that I spent in England I obviously had to write essays but this is my first ever book in English and I'm kinda scared that I'll mess up everything. (Cause I'm still trying to learn English, I'm not completely fluent if that makes sense.)

And I'm excited as well 'cause there are so many things I planned for this book and when I told my friend astrofk the plot she was soo surprised and couldn't wait to read it.

I don't promise you the best grammar and punctuality ever bit I'll try my best. Maybe this chapter is a bit cliché and the next few chapters will be too but after that the real fun will begin.

Prepare yourself to die of heart attacks, cause this book will give many.

Said that, see ya all in the next chap!

Ps: feel free to criticise or correct me if I make any mistakes but pls don't be rude.

~Haruki