Hm...
Hello, it's been a while.
I'm working on something at the moment. Sorry for the lack for content.
How interested would you guys be if I wrote a story about Peter's last month alive? The story circles around how he spirals into different disorders slowly and how the people around him react.
I've got the main concept and plot points for the characters set out. However, if this doesn't interest anyone, I won't be posting it.
The story will probably only be published around the end of October when school ends.
Again, I'm very sorry for the lack of content or anything from me. Please let me know what you think about this.
Left...
Right...
Left...
Right...
Just...
Keep walking...
Keep...
"Peter? Peter?" MJ's voice suddenly rang out. She snapped her fingers in front of Peter's face. "You still here, loser?"
"Huh? Yeah?" Peter jumped slightly. For a second, his whole world felt off kilter, as if he had been walking on a tightrope and suddenly fell into the air.
"Are you alright?" MJ knitted her eyebrows together. Her lips were pulled down in a concerned frown. Her eyes-
The world blurred for a while as he felt his head tilt forward, catching himself right before it smacked onto the café table.
"I'm fine, I think." Peter scrunched his face, still slightly disoriented. "It's probably just lack of sleep from patrolling or something."
:)