ChainzUnite

Hey there, sorry to bother you. I wonder if you could read my novel.
          
          PC  --> https://www.wattpad.com/story/119327963-the-brain-bastard
          APP --> https://my.w.tt/UiNb/5WGcYjzJjK
          
          Title: The Brain Bastard
          Genre: Sci-fi / Adventure
          
          I chose this genre because I wanted to write something different. And I am sure you will love it.
          
          Thanks for your time.
          Read Rest Repeat :)

Have you ever been scared because things are going great? I don't want to assume it's going to stay like this forever, but I'd like it to..

 #Justice4Rachelle #FixWattpad

It's really disgusting knowing someone worked so hard, only for it to be torn down so easily.
          It probably took her fucking months and years to gain what she had; those works of art she wrote. You destroyed her imaginations, creativity, and hard work. And the fact that this con even managed to slip past Wattpad is even more disgusting.
          I am truly angered and disappointed, as I'm sure all the other fans and friends of Rachael are. As a bookworm/fan it pisses me off to see someone strip away something I love, and as a writer, it angers me to the BONE that someone could ever be so jealous and filled with enough burning hatred to STEAL something as precious as a writer's book.
          I will expect charges to be made with absolutely no mercy, for that is COMPLETELY unforgivable.  I am led to believe that whatever consequences take place, will be nothing but severe and acceptable.

An uncomfortable silence had fallen once more, leaving her body to return to its shakes. A chuckle slipped from her lips when the tears began to fall again. She could taste the disgusting salty liquid in her mouth, but she kept laughing. Her laughs only grew louder and louder, until everyone in the next neighborhood could hear. The laughter was full of pain, the sound of a true broken heart, but she stood up despite the agony tearing her insides to shreds.
          Her left hand slammed against the pale wall, just to hold her up, but her legs shook underneath her until she simply couldn't anymore. Her battered right hand slammed against the marble floor with a bone-crushing crack, yet she was so numb to it to where she only felt tingles dance across her arm. An uncomfortable feeling oozed out of her bottom lip and her tongue ran over the red-stained crack, although her lip rejected the temporary moisture causing another tingle. The girl raised her head ever so slowly and met eyed with the mirror across the room. That was when her brain turned on completely, forcing the thought upon her.
          *******.
          
          (Pt. 2 to future book)
          The * would give away the title, so I had to blank that out .
          Please do tell me what you think!
          No copying por favor y gracias 
          
          
          Before I even release the book, there will be private construction. I want some chapters to be pre-written for myself so I can edit and approve as I please. 

Her shabby fingers violently ripped through her greasy, dark strands. The screams and cries of protest her scalp demanded to be heard, went ignored. Creases in between her eyes and the upside down 'T' of her nose throbbed uncontrollably. The room the girl sat in was dimly lit, light reaching just barely to the corners of the room. She sat in the corner, knees crushed against her chest, rocking back and forth. If you were silent enough, your ears would pick up the quiet mumbles leaving her mouth.
          
          "...don't understand"
          "...why me? Why now?"
          "...please"
          "...me go"
          "Shut up"
          
          Her mind was running at 200 miles per hour. About what she could've done, how she could've prevented it. How she should've seen the signs because they were ever so obvious. Cold air was shakily exhaled from her lips, leaving behind a light grey wisp cloud. 
          
          The girl glanced around the room frantically, looking at all of the items tossed carelessly, school books, a backpack, scattered papers, and a desk thrown to the floor-- all in all, a mess. She almost felt the urge to laugh, but it slipped through her rough fingers like water. The fingers once shoved in her oily, glimmering, jet black hair, were now wrapped around her legs.
          
          
          (Pt. 1 to future book)
          Please do tell me what you think!
          No copying por favor y gracias 

Thank you for all your comments on sunglasses even though I already gave up on it, they really make my day :) ❤❤

Eyes flash through shades of black and white
          Both colours representing ones of life
          With black being bad
          And white, pure
          
          Full of innocence, the pinkened lips
          They blued so slightly from the tips
          And frowning corners seemed to fade 
          
          The light and darkness fought back and forth
          To steal the child's broken core
          And decide where the youth's fate lay
          
          But alas, though salty wetness shed
          From both parents next to the war in bed
          The light had won and stole their youth that day
          
          - "Dark's Condolences"
             

Hey @chainzunite if you can, could you check out my book and maybe vote and follow me(: It'd mean a lot! 
          
          

'Til you come back home..