I am currently in the process of writing an original story called "The Sky is Crying" on a website called Wattpad, in which anyone and everyone have the opportunity to write a story, a poem, and novel, or even random thoughts and publish them onto the website, giving thousands of people the opportunity to have their piece of literature read. In this blog, I will be sharing the first chapter of my story, a romance novel. Please enjoy!
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Chapter One
And so the young girl proclaimed her love for him, thus ending the complicated relationsh- The paper was crumpled and thrown away. Aubrey didn't know how a real relationship worked. The longest one she had been in was a week in third grade. But now, she had to complete a romance novel. Aubrey was 17 years old and, young though she was, had been hired by a publishing company. They asked her to write a book about young love. If it was not up to standards, she would be fired.
This was the first time she regretted her choice of a typewriter. She had always written with a typewriter for several reasons. One, she always felt comfortable in what she wrote, and never had the problem of starting all over because of a mistake. Two, she loved reading about the 1870's, when typewriters first became common, and she loved what the authors wrote on the typewriters, so using one made her feel closer to that period of time, made her feel like she could really make a difference with her writing.
But with a typewriter, especially a model as old as the one she was using, you could not backspace. You had to start all over. Sitting next to her were dozens of crumpled papers, all with failed ideas. She put her head in her hands and and tugged at the temples of her glasses, the way she did when she was stressed out.
The problem wasn't that she didn't know anything about love. She had seen plenty of romance movies and read more, but it was hard to write about something you had never experienced before, especially a realistic fiction book. Fantasy was easy; you could do anything you wanted. You could make up characters and places and creatures, but with realistic fiction, you had less freedom. The way things were in the world was the way they had to appear in stories.
She was sitting against a lonely park bench, far away from all the commotion when she spotted a couple on a bench across from her. They seemed like the perfect couple: she was a beautiful blonde and he was a handsome, young man. They seemed deeply in love, holding hands and kissing every so often. They were so passionate and, for the first time, Aubrey wished she had someone too.
The thought made her shake her head and slowly, tearing her eyes away from the couple, she got up and walked away.
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If you want to read the rest, go to my story to read the other two chapters. I will be posting more of my story both on Wattpad and my blog, so stick around!
WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!THATS REALLY COOL! MAYBE I SHOULD GET INTO WATTPAD, EY?
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!! I'm sure if you did your story would get like 10,000 views!
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