DemonSlayer5050
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I've had this idea for a story for such a long time. Seriously. Like, for months. But, I never got around to writing it xD Well, now I'm going to attempt it. It's called Memories. I'll share the introduction first and if people like it maybe I'll continue it.
Some Notes O:
*The title won't really make sense in the introduction so don't ask "Why is it called that?"
*It's a rather dark story. The introduction isn't too dark but I don't recommend it to those under at least 11.
*It's your opinion so I promise not to yell if you leave negative comments. But if you do at least promise you won't just say "Okay this just sucks ^_^ " Tell me exactly what you think is wrong so I can fix it.
*Don't ask about the plot because right now I'm just working on the introduction, so I'll be sure to explain the plot if I decide to continue the story
*The introduction is kind of long xD
Enjoy. (I wrote this part in red so you don't mix the story up with this stuff xD The story is in black font ;D
I stared into the full-length mirror in front of me. The reflection showed a youthful, rather pretty, pale skinned girl. Her straight black hair went down past her chest, and her bangs went straight down and stopped slightly past her foggy, navy eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and black. She was in a school uniform, short black skirt, black jacket with a white shirt and ruby bow. Her black socks went up slightly past her knees. Her shoes were black and simple, not much to them. She had a gun in her hand. Her face showed a bizarre mixture of confusion and sorrow. Was she confused about why she had the gun? Was her depressing expression showing that she’d done something she’d regret? I couldn’t really tell. Then, I saw it. A tear. A single tear rested just below her lashes. Why was she crying? What did she do? Or what was she about to do? I saw her place her other hand gently on her heart. It quickly clenched to a fist. I could see it all in her eyes, grief, Rage, perplexity, and even a bit of disgust. She dropped both of her hands to her sides, dropping the gun. She fell to her knees and slightly opened her mouth, as if to say something, but she couldn’t figure out what to say. I didn’t see any blood on her, she couldn’t have killed anybody. I suddenly heard her whisper. Her voice was hushed and melodic, it was a beautiful sound, but I couldn’t decipher what she said. She started to speak, and I had a lot of difficulty just figuring out what she was saying. All I could make out was “It’s the only way…” She stood up and turned away from the mirror. I couldn’t stand to look into my reflection any longer. On the outside it showed this beautiful girl. This girl pretty enough that she was most likely very well-liked and cared for. But I knew that wasn’t true. On the inside, she was a tragic, misunderstood girl that no one cared for. That no one would listen to. That no one would think of as beautiful. That no one would miss.
Give me your opinions. Thanks.
Some Notes O:
*The title won't really make sense in the introduction so don't ask "Why is it called that?"
*It's a rather dark story. The introduction isn't too dark but I don't recommend it to those under at least 11.
*It's your opinion so I promise not to yell if you leave negative comments. But if you do at least promise you won't just say "Okay this just sucks ^_^ " Tell me exactly what you think is wrong so I can fix it.
*Don't ask about the plot because right now I'm just working on the introduction, so I'll be sure to explain the plot if I decide to continue the story
*The introduction is kind of long xD
Enjoy. (I wrote this part in red so you don't mix the story up with this stuff xD The story is in black font ;D
I stared into the full-length mirror in front of me. The reflection showed a youthful, rather pretty, pale skinned girl. Her straight black hair went down past her chest, and her bangs went straight down and stopped slightly past her foggy, navy eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and black. She was in a school uniform, short black skirt, black jacket with a white shirt and ruby bow. Her black socks went up slightly past her knees. Her shoes were black and simple, not much to them. She had a gun in her hand. Her face showed a bizarre mixture of confusion and sorrow. Was she confused about why she had the gun? Was her depressing expression showing that she’d done something she’d regret? I couldn’t really tell. Then, I saw it. A tear. A single tear rested just below her lashes. Why was she crying? What did she do? Or what was she about to do? I saw her place her other hand gently on her heart. It quickly clenched to a fist. I could see it all in her eyes, grief, Rage, perplexity, and even a bit of disgust. She dropped both of her hands to her sides, dropping the gun. She fell to her knees and slightly opened her mouth, as if to say something, but she couldn’t figure out what to say. I didn’t see any blood on her, she couldn’t have killed anybody. I suddenly heard her whisper. Her voice was hushed and melodic, it was a beautiful sound, but I couldn’t decipher what she said. She started to speak, and I had a lot of difficulty just figuring out what she was saying. All I could make out was “It’s the only way…” She stood up and turned away from the mirror. I couldn’t stand to look into my reflection any longer. On the outside it showed this beautiful girl. This girl pretty enough that she was most likely very well-liked and cared for. But I knew that wasn’t true. On the inside, she was a tragic, misunderstood girl that no one cared for. That no one would listen to. That no one would think of as beautiful. That no one would miss.
Give me your opinions. Thanks.