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All chapters are up! Give it a read and let me know what you think!
Is there any way to get people who aren’t trying to sell me something to read my book?
Chapter 14 is up!!
Chapters 11, 12 & 13 all up. 13 is a massive 18,000 words long, but Maggie & Kaz get into a fist fight. So lots of fun :)
Chapter 11, join Maggie, Tilda and Ansel as they attend an e e union, courtesy of Chabal.
"I have watched executions a thousand times on my CHAAD. Pushed by Chabal leadership as mandatory watches.
I have listened to the voiceover list the crimes of those being punished.
I have watched them squirm and strain and seen their mouths cry out in suffering.
But I have never seen them shit themselves.
And I have certainly never sat and held the hand of someone who knew one of them.
Someone who loved one of them."
So it's mental health awareness month, and I'm going to share the snippet I think covers depression the best.
After she leaves, I die.
I die, and I lay in my bed, and I rot.
My body decays, it melts.
It soils my bed, my room, my home.
It leaks, it lingers, it destroys.
The stench of my sadness is a physical thing, choking me, suffocating me, making it hard to breathe, and harder to move.
It drowns me in its scent.
The scent of nothing left to live for.
It tells me I have nothing left to live for.
My mother, my brothers, my father, they all come to visit me, but the wild beast that guards my corpse drives them from the room.
It shrieks and cries. It rends and tears. It is unstoppable, untamable, feral.
The days pass, but my decaying body doesn't recognize the passage of time. It does not recognize hunger or thirst.
It is dead, after all.
One day, my mother comes to my room.
She tiptoes in on soft feet, trying not to wake the beast, but it growls.
"Go away." It roars.
My mother ignores it. She is strong when she needs to be. She can face the beast.
"You need to get out of bed, Angel. They will be here tomorrow."
They. Them. Those people.
"Hand them my fertility papers and tell them to go away." The beast cries.
"I can't do that. You need to meet them, you know this darling." My mother tries to talk sense to the beast.
The beast doesn't care. It growls deeper and burrows further into my bed.
I feel the weight of my mother's body as she sits next to me. Her body makes an indent by my hip.
An indent in the place where SHE used to lay.
Where our bodies used to touch. The pain rips me in half.
Who knew the dead could bleed?
My mother gently touches my shoulder.
"Darling if they don't choose you, then you go to Chabal. You don't want to go to Chabal." She whispers.
The beast winces in pain.
The dead remember that there is a fate worse than death.
I move.
How did you find my profiel. Would you pls read my book it I wanne know what I can change for part 2
@storiesfromderry hi, I found you from horrorhills profile. Will definitely give your story a read and let you know what I think:)
Hi, I came across your profile, as we share some similar followers, and wondering if you'd be able to check out my book, Horror Hill, and let me know what you think of it. No worries if you're not interested or busy, but a vote would be much appreciated! :) Thanks.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/273194356?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=AlinaScott2 Please give my book a try
