{One night stand} Thomas Sangster

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Hallo allemaal!

Hieronder kan je een kort stukje vinden, eigenlijk de inleiding, van een nieuw verhaal dat ik aan het schrijven ben over Newt (The Death Cure). Ik ben van plan om een nieuw boek te beginnen waarin ik dit uitwerk. Laat me weten wat jullie er van vinden en of jullie verder zouden willen lezen! (Jullie reacties gaan echt het verschil maken of ik het online zet of niet, dus aub laat het me weten!)

Het boek gaat in het Engels zijn, tenzij jullie massaal zeggen dat jullie het in het Nederlands willen. Momenteel is de titel 'The Girl He Can't Remember', maar misschien dat ik dat nog aanpas. Ik stop maar met lullen, dus hier is het dan:

The air was thick with shouting and loud encouragement of raging against the people hiding behind the wall. In the middle of the chaos stood a small group of people. They were trying to make their way to the front of the crowd, all following this brown haired boy who was desperate to reach the wall. The brunet, Thomas, was pushing his way forward. The blond boy, who was trying to stick to his side, was making an attempt at keeping up with him. As he followed his best friend, he accidentally pushed aside a young woman. She was taken by surprise, which led to her almost falling onto the ground. The blond boy looked aside quickly and reached out his arm, catching her just in time. With some struggle, since he wasn't the most muscular, he was able to pull her up again. The sounds around them were still almost deafening, yet for a second he felt like he was surrounded by complete silence. His eyes locked into hers. Her pupils widened as she saw who had pushed, and saved, her. He, in his response, frowned at her appearance. She had light brown hair, that fell just below her collarbone. Her skin was tan and her deeply pigmented lips were parted in confusion. Her eyes were what stood out to him the most. They were a dark blue, almost looked black, but her pupils were surrounded by light green speckles. Something about the eye contact that was occurring felt familiar to him. It was almost like his brain was telling him that this woman could trigger a memory, but something was blocking the door for it to be remembered.
The girl inhaled sharply and gripped onto his arm tightly, as if she wasn't sure that he was a real human being. 'N-Newt?' she whispered softly. Newt wasn't quite sure how he had been able to hear it, but he knew that she had really said his name. Before he could open his mouth, he was suddenly pushed forward. Her hand slid off his arm as he was forced to pursue his friends to the frontline. He tried to look back, but within seconds she disappeared into the crowd.

Nou dat was het dan, beetje interessant? Laat me het weten als jullie interesse hebben in meer, want dan ga ik daar zeker aan werken!

Groetjes van mij :D