He fixed his goggles more securely on his head, raised them up, and did that mesmerising 'oh-look-it's-Ollie' grin at him. "Don't you worry~ I'll get it up and running by the end of the week, it's a promise." Michael found somewhat comforted by his stupid grin and reassuring words, or maybe it was Ollie's hair, blue and swooping, which reminded Mike of the calm blue sky- which was currently not being displayed in the boring weather of England, which made everyone seem listless. He noted that although the shop and his clothing was Steampunk and Victorian based, it seemed Ollie had made his hair such a colour on purpose, most likely to catch the eye of the customers (and pretty women!) passing by.
Once he had fina
"Dinner's ready!"
"AGGH! 'Kay..."
This was the normal life of Shaurie Emwelles, a constant and restraining cycle of School, Writing, Eating and Sleeping- Oh, and daydreaming, but that took up most of School. He reminded himself that he'd recently joined a sports club (by force) but again spent most of his time writing about sports then actually doing any.
He hated it when you get in the middle of a sentence or paragraph and then someone forces you to do something- he never rushed it though, in fear of making mistakes.
He had sat down at the table and, like usual, ate his food faster than humanly possible. Probably. He thought to himself about how it must be like to get a story written about you- others thoughts and opinions... He envied people lucky enough for that, and wondered what it would be like to be a character- not someone real.
Someone like Ollie Antwell.
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YOU ARE READING
Our Written Worlds
FantasyHis name was Shaurie Emwelles, a normal teenager with the mind of a god. He had been obsessed with writing since an incredibly young age, and so, the 16 year-old began creating... Worlds. And there is no story without characters. ---
