itwasrealtome

Hello, my loves. 
          	I took a break. I'm back. 
          	
          	Welcome to the newcomers. I hope your reading is filled with emotion.
          	
          	Are you guys still hooked on Agent Gray? Do you want the sequel to Back to Abbott? 
          	
          	Should I work on something else?

Her00110

@itwasrealtome hi, please keep working on Agent Gray
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artgeek85

I hope your break was good.  
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artgeek85

Please keep working on agent gray.  
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itwasrealtome

Hello, my loves. 
          I took a break. I'm back. 
          
          Welcome to the newcomers. I hope your reading is filled with emotion.
          
          Are you guys still hooked on Agent Gray? Do you want the sequel to Back to Abbott? 
          
          Should I work on something else?

Her00110

@itwasrealtome hi, please keep working on Agent Gray
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artgeek85

I hope your break was good.  
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artgeek85

Please keep working on agent gray.  
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itwasrealtome

Hey loves, 
          
          Do you find my dialogues difficult to read? I got some feedback on Tumblr, so I'm trying to get other opinions. The person would like me to write the dialogues with quotation marks instead of dashes.
          
          Like:
          
          “The house is on fire,” she warned with horror.
          
          Instead of:
          
          -The house is on fire, she warned with horror.
          
          What do you think?

mostovihollywooda

@itwasrealtome tip from someone who writes also on Instagram, you should go with prose form of making the dialogues. Here’s an example from my story; —And what does Burton have with this case?—, he asked furrowing his brow in confusion.
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itwasrealtome

(Will probably delete later but… y’know…)
          
          I don't know who will read this and who will move on. 
          
          The last few weeks have been harder than I thought. And while I thought I knew the bottom pretty well, I realized that I was actually far from it. 
          
          I'm 22 years old. And I have nothing. 
          
          Not the body or mind I dream of. Not a driver's license or a car. Not a job or money. Not friends or a girlfriend. 
          
          Hundreds of you are following Alexis's story, and even though at first I didn't think I'd get past chapter 3, we did it. 
          
          It's irrelevant. Except for the fact that among those hundreds of people, not even 10 will care whether the person behind the story is still standing. 
          
          I can't sleep. I don't really know what I want. For someone who hates crying, I find that I've been doing it rather easily these past few days. And I found myself thinking that maybe, as always, the world would be better off without me. 
          
          This isn't new. And it's not real. I admire the idea from afar, without ever getting too close to it. I cry, I sob, then I get back up again, and I start all over. 
          
          If you're wondering why chapter 51—yes, 51—isn't here yet, know that I'm here, crying rather than writing. 
          
          Anyway, keep in mind how grateful I am for you all, for your likes and comments. For the way you love Alexis just like I do. 
          
          And I’m sorry.
          
          
          

endsoftheearth

@itwasrealtome remember u are always enough even on days u don’t think it saying it to urself once a day my love it might not help as much everyday but some days it’ll help and then you will get better. 
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itwasrealtome

@endsoftheearth I long to have such a person by my side... everyday life has been lonely and rather empty lately... I really appreciate your message. I do my best every time, but I guess sometimes it's not enough. 
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itwasrealtome

@artgeek85 Hang in there with these changes, I hope you find your way. 
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itwasrealtome

AGENT GRAY
          Chapter 51 — EXTRACT 1
          
          —Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, she murmured, her voice low and roughened by fatigue. You’re thinking she’s gonna open that door, smile at you, and tell you you’re the best boy in the world, huh?
          
          The dog’s tail swept the air again, faster this time, the thump of it against her leg echoing faintly in the hallway. Gray couldn’t help but laugh—the kind of laugh that felt half-breathed, half-remembered. It wasn’t loud, but it was warm, a small flicker of life cutting through the fog of a sleepless night. For a moment, it almost felt like she’d forgotten the weight she carried with her everywhere—the tension in her shoulders, the shadows under her eyes.
          
          —Okay, but listen, she went on, holding up a hand as if she were making an official agreement. You’re not gonna jump, alright? No jumping. Her brows lifted, mock stern, though her mouth betrayed her with the ghost of another smile. We don’t jump on pretty ladies, remember? We only jump on bad guys.