My Drawings 2

Some Random Story Fragment

I have not written on WATTPAD in about a year... I've been writing elsewhere. But here's an excerpt I have just written to show how much I have improved and hopefully draws attention to readers out there: I own this characters, and the plot line.

Her eyes intently scanned the familiar words of the book. She acknowledged every sentence, every word, every letter, all in just seconds before her eyes met the next sentence.
What will this story write in my mind this time?
Every time she read the book, she found that the theme in the end would be different from before. Even more confusing than the last time. It was quite preposterous to her, actually. And very annoying, which was why she always read it: to seek the one meaning, one moral, to agree on with herself. The One that would teach her the greatest lesson. But the moral just kept on varying, so she continued to read it.
Her mind was so concentrated in the other world—the book's imaginary, made-up land that surprisingly felt so real.
A hand blocked the words to the page. She held back an alarmed squeal from spilling out of be back of her throat.
She looked up to see the source of the limb stretching across the page, interrupting her reading session.
The boy in front of her held back a tight grin, putting his book down from his face.
"Reading your favorite book yet again?" he mumbled benevolently as he turned a page of the novel in his hand, then proceeded to close it.
She closed her book on his hand, as if to prove a point, but making sure the bookmark was nearly placed in between her pages before doing so.
She didn't want to lose her spot, even though "putting her foot down" on her best friend was definitely a priority.
"What does it matter to you, Theo?"
He grinned, closing his book and replacing hers. "Read this book, you haven't read it yet. And I have just finished it."
She examined the cover, running her warmed palms delicately across the hardened cover. It was as if it were 500 years of age.
The cover art was impressive, a unique art design making the page POP!
"It looks nothing like my favorite book." She acknowledged, opening up the pages that lightly smelled of Theo's natural musk and largely of old books.
"Why don't we trade books again? You can finally read my favorite." She suggested, already engrossed on the summary of the novel.
"Come on, Annie." Theo protested, grimacing at her. "You know I don't like romance."
"You'll like this one. It's my favorite for a reason."
Of all of their book trades: Theodore never traded Anna's favorite novel.