whoshanaan

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whoshanaan

TIPS FOR PPL TO READ MY BOOK
          
          why isnt anyone reading my book)": i know that its very much patience when it comes to stories and i didn't expect to blow up overnight but i feel like it's going nowhere. ANYONE, obx/drew starkey fan or not, read it please and give feedback

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SHORT SNIPPET OF CHAP 4 
          CAUSE WHY NOT?
          
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          silence. 
          
          kie's discovery sat in pope’s palm, motionless now after five straight minutes of him turning it over and over like a puzzle he was determined to crack: the same determination i had seen not even two hours ago at the dock with heyward. he stared at the key with unwavering focus, lips pressed into a hard line, brows furrowed in concentration. the way his fingers curled around it with slight force, you could tell he was in his element. pope loved a challenge. a mystery in metal form? even better.
          
          me? i’d been anxiously picking at my nails like it was the only thing keeping me sane, trying helplessly to make sense of the key’s existence, replaying every possible explanation in my head like how i had been to rafe's words not even a day ago. unfortunately, nothing fit.
          
          the mere thought of rafe's words made me want to jump off the hms pogue into the murky waters below. my brain had been taunting me all day, replaying that one look he gave me - smirking nonchalantly as if he knew the world's secrets, saying that cursed sentence in his low, alluring tone and then leaving me speechless wanting to know more - over and over. it irked me endlessly that he had sported that look of total omniscience, confident, dripping with valuable knowledge he couldn't share, whilst i now was struggling to make sense of a fucking key. idiot.
          
          well, what was a rusted motel key doing zip tied inside a wrecked, abandoned boat, p half sunken in the kook's part of the ocean? i pondered. it wasn't even anything special or eyecatching, for heaven's sake. dull and worn, etched with a tiny anchor and the number 2711 engraved in white, like a whisper trying to be heard over a scream, it tried to tell us it's purpose, but we were made deaf to it's voice, wallowing in ours own thoughts.
          
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          aaah hope yall like it < 3
          coming out 3pm est