AnnabethBrekker

All my stories are deleted. I still can't believe I did this. Am I insane?
          I just want to have a story that I'm actually proud of, something that doesn't make  me feel anxious when I think about the fact that people actually read it. I used to like my stories, but now they just cause me embarrassment. Hopefully I can start from the beginning.
          
          I love you 3000,
          Annabeth

Hi everyone,
          After thinking about it for almost two months, I've decided to delete all my stories. I'll keep them somewhere and maybe rewrite and post them again someday, but for now, they'll be gone till tomorrow. I just feel like they aren't what they used to be anymore. Writing is becoming harder and harder for me, and while it used to be great fun, now it's a burden and just another thing on my to-do list. I'm currently working on a new story that is completely different. I feel more connected to it than I did to any of my other stories and I believe in it more, too. I'm not going to post it anytime soon, I honestly don't know if I ever will, but who knows. I have to say, I feel really sad about unpublishing everything, giving the time it took to write it, but I think it's for the best. 
          
          I just want to thank everyone who read the stories and voted for them, one person especially. You know who you are. Every vote meant the world to me and I hope I can count on you to come back if I ever decide to publish the new story.
          
          I love you 3000.
          
          Love, Annabeth

@Ella_Herondale of course! Wanna chat in private?

I finally managed to post something! I'll try to post every week now, but no promises, I'm still not completely okay. Love, Annabeth

Yesterday, one of the greatest songwriters in the history of Broadway passed away. He wrote one of the most famous Broadway musicals ever, West Side Story, but also helped a lot of young writers, such as Jonathan Larson, with their works and writing paths. He was one of the most amazing people you could ever have the pleasure and the honor of knowing, and my heart is forever broken. His music inspired me to this very day and will hopefully continue to inspire me to write something great, something worth being a tribute to someone as amazing as Stephen Sondheim. Rest in peace, I love you forever. Thank you for everything you gave us, the world was blessed to have you.
          
          If you can, take ten minutes of your time and listen to two or three songs from West Side Story. It happens way too often that we enjoy the music without knowing the person behind it. Don't let that be you. A few moments is all it takes to think of him and his music. Don't let him be forgotten. Remember the writer. Remember Stephen Sondheim.

Just a little something from my next story to get you interested:
          
          
          Neil Dark knew something was off that night. He felt the change in the air, like everything's stopped, waiting for the big thing to finally happen. And that was before he heard them come.
          
          He didn't know how it happened. Whoever they were, they were quiet and careful. When he realized what happened, it was already too late. 
          
          It's not like he hasn't been warned. Everyone's warned him he's playing with fire, being so open and so different, not being what people wanted him to be. But who would have thought it would end like this.
          
          "Oh, so that's the price of fame," he thought as he looked at the knife piercing his stomach. He barely felt it, it was all just a big pool of nothingness, waiting for him. There was darkness creeping in the corners of his view, threatening to take him, and just like that, he knew. It was over.
          
          There was only one thing on his mind.
          
          "It's not his fault," he wanted to say. "Leave him, take me and only me. I'm the one you came here for, so take me, leave him alone." But his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and it took all of his strength to not let the thought slide away. He searched for the last bit of life that was still left in him, for the last bit of his energy. He had one last chance. He had seconds. 
          
          "Leave Edwin," he whispered before the darkness finally swallowed him whole.
          
          But his words changed nothing.

Just letting you know that I won't be posting anything new for the next six days because I am traveling and I don't have time to write. 
          Love, Annabeth

First chapter of my new story The Melody of Us OUT NOW! Please check it out, it's probably my favorite story this far, even though I have something even better on my mind for next year!
          I'll try to update this story once a week, but no promises, I'm pretty busy with school and everything.
          
          Hope you'll like it.
          
          Love, Annabeth

Update on my writing:
          I'm working on two different stories right now, but nothing's posted yet. I'll probably start posting in October, or at least I hope I will. 
          About the stories:
          The first one is called The Melody of Us and it's about Rebecca Lynn, one of Aline Carpenter's friends.
          The second one is called Dear Tina Campbell and it's about Harry's best friend. It's written entirely through their emails and it will help you get to know Tina (and also Harry) a little better.
          Hope you'll like it.
          No Mourners.
          Annabeth

People say: "dreaming is only fun because you know it can never be real". I think they are wrong. In some little piece of their heart, even if they deny it, hide and lock it away, they still believe that what they wish for can come true.
          
          There is no fun in dreaming if you know that what you wish for can never be real.
          
          - me, watching the girl I love, 
          knowing she'll never be mine