Crumbling Hope

Crumbling Hope

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 7, 2016
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Paranormal
The sound of my own boots hitting the ground, covered with leaves and puddles,is exactly what's accompanying me through this not unusual lonely night. You got to get used to it when you become a nobody, having no living soul waiting for you at home by the fireplace, to sip tea together and talk about the day. Like I said, you have to get used to it, and I am by now, or that's what I like telling myself. Follow the story of Erin Green, in a world where mystical creatures walk among humans, not aware of what she is herself. See her gaining her hope just in time to lose it all again, crumbling to pieces, held captive. Will she find her saviour, a man capable of putting her back on her feet, making her love again? (Ahead with the chapters, you'll find bad language, maybe sex scenes and surely a lot of violence and blood)
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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