EmmyDana

Hi lovelies, I'm writing a side project, and I wanted to share with you the beginning of a vampire story I wanted to start. Let me know if you want me to post the first chapter when it's done:
          	 chapter one
          	
          	   "Hello, and welcome to 'City Veins', one of Seattle's most upcoming podcasts about true crime and urban lore. I'm your host, Viola Walters. Today we will be opening a new segment about what goes bump in the night, here in our little lovely, dreary city. As we all know, Seattle was founded in 1851--"
          	   Eyes closed, body drawn close, I knew I looked pathetic. A eighteen-year-old girl, barely old enough to legally live without my parents, yet still did live with them, sat on a plastic bench inside of one of the trains. I had my fingers, pale and thin (piano fingers, my mom would lovingly call them, though I didn't care to play the piano to be honest), clasped tightly around the keys to my house, making sure that I held them the proper way. The last thing I needed was to become kidnapped by some creep in the early morning hours of a September morning.
          	   It probably didn't help I was listening to a morbid podcast, one that talked about the urban lore of anything and everything, from anywhere in the world. I knew being an avid fan of true crime meant I was asking for something. I would be biting more than I could chew in the end.
          	ANYWAY: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

EmmyDana

Hi lovelies, I'm writing a side project, and I wanted to share with you the beginning of a vampire story I wanted to start. Let me know if you want me to post the first chapter when it's done:
           chapter one
          
             "Hello, and welcome to 'City Veins', one of Seattle's most upcoming podcasts about true crime and urban lore. I'm your host, Viola Walters. Today we will be opening a new segment about what goes bump in the night, here in our little lovely, dreary city. As we all know, Seattle was founded in 1851--"
             Eyes closed, body drawn close, I knew I looked pathetic. A eighteen-year-old girl, barely old enough to legally live without my parents, yet still did live with them, sat on a plastic bench inside of one of the trains. I had my fingers, pale and thin (piano fingers, my mom would lovingly call them, though I didn't care to play the piano to be honest), clasped tightly around the keys to my house, making sure that I held them the proper way. The last thing I needed was to become kidnapped by some creep in the early morning hours of a September morning.
             It probably didn't help I was listening to a morbid podcast, one that talked about the urban lore of anything and everything, from anywhere in the world. I knew being an avid fan of true crime meant I was asking for something. I would be biting more than I could chew in the end.
          ANYWAY: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

EmmyDana

Hi lovelies! I want to thank everyone who has followed me, especially those who did so after reading Super Nova. I wrote that short story around a difficult time of my life, where I had suicidal thoughts and wanting to stay in a coma for a while before coming back to the world. Super Nova is my first short story, I have a new story idea. Anyone interested in a depressed model teenage boy and a girl struggling with her own demons? Let me know! - Emmy

EmmyDana

Lovelies,
          I have the chapter outline finished when it comes to 'Spark', since I had already written the story before I had an idea where to go. I have no idea what I'm going to do with the second book though, I have vague ideas.
          'Spark' will end with 21 chapters. 
          -Emmy
          'Flare' will be the second book in the saga.