Well, hello hello hello.
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So I'm finally posting after about 2 years? I believe. Because I'm finally getting my new story written, and I'm working so hard on it. I'm currently a freshman in college and was hoping to publish the first part about, well, a year ago. But lots of things happen in life, and oh boy, does life get busy (I hope you all understand).
So I'm posting because I decided to post the introduction to it and the analog. I'm still working on it and will hopefully get it up and fully running before March 2019 (I'm on winter break so I'll have a good amount of time).
Without further ado, my story's introduction and analog :) (I'm keeping the title a secret for now)
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Introduction:
What happens when you're a teenage witch in isolation, but your neighbor is a cute (and sweet) boy? Especially when you may be the key to a long-held prophecy, the only chance to stop a new vampire hybrid species that are out to take over the entire world? Things aren't always what they seem, and there's no turning back once the truth unfolds.
Him. Myles. Dangerously cute, brave, strong.
Her. Ophelia. Stronger than believed, the prophecy, powerful.
Passion. Bravery. Power.
Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. Together, they can love. Together, they can save the world.
"My love has concrete feet, My love's an iron ball, Wrapped around your ankles, Over the waterfall" -Florence and the Machine
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Analog:
September 17, 13:10
I split my fingers more, pulling the blinds apart. The chair creaked underneath my weight, my eyes squinting and then widening.
When I heard the SUV's motor turn off outside my window, I shot up from my black comforter almost tumbling down the rusted brown chair and opening the gaping hole in my fuzzy striped socks even more.
I felt my brother Reagan's presence behind me and knew there was already a wicked grin twisting itself upon his lips.
"Boy crazy much sis?"
"Shut up Reagan!" I whisper yelled, not taking my eyes off the dark brown haired boy walking out of the passenger seat of the car, talking to the woman driver who seemed to be his mother.
I knew the house neighboring ours had been for sale for almost 20 years. We barely could even see the house, considering we were surrounded by the woods and on top of a huge hill, their house a little farther into the wooded trees than ours. It had good distance though, at least 70 feet. Our long and narrow driveways were connected, and they stopped suddenly, apparently to check out the car.
"It ran out of gas, the stupid beings." Reagan's bored tone said, then walked out of my room.
My eyes widened, and I took a deep breath then tapped the window. The car came back to life, the boy and his mother's eyes widening at the sudden gas increase in the car. They got back in and drove out of sight. I sunk into my chair, dozed off to where the car used to be.
So we had neighbors and the boy was human. And cute.
This should be interesting.
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