I have no idea what it's called yet. I would post this in جوابات but it's a little long. It's about a girl named Kathryn who is murdered and her ghost starts following around a girl named Ambyr (name subject to change, I'm just using it for now). This is the prologue:
PROLOGUE
She got up immediately after she tripped, mentally yelling at herself for not paying attention. She ran, her dark brown, almost black, hair bouncing. Tripping had let whoever was chasing her catch up a little. Faster, faster! She thought hard to herself. But she had been running for a long time. Imagine the person behind آپ is trying to murder you. Wait, that’s really what’s happening. Only she would have time for jokes in a time like this. Even though it was her last.
She burst out of the trees. It was broad daylight, but this was a tiny town and everyone was on vacation. She ran through the small street, trying to find a house with someone actually in it. She made the mistake of looking behind her for a تقسیم, الگ کریں second, seeing the hooded person gaining on her. This made her مزید panicked. She tried running faster, but her legs were beyond sore. She jumped over a hedge into someone’s yard. Luckily, this was the one house on the سٹریٹ, گلی with someone in it. She ran to the back door and pounded on it helplessly.
“Help!” she screamed at the person inside of the house, seeing the girl drop her glass of water. “God dammit, help me!” She saw the girl inside the house only stand, a blank expression on her face, as the hooded person grabbed her and knocked her out.
She woke up behind a building, in an alley. Nothing good ever happens in alleys, she thought to herself. The hooded person untied her, and she immediately jumped up and tried to fight back. Even though it was daytime, she could hardly see. Her kicking and swinging and screaming was useless. The person grabbed her from behind and held her so she couldn’t escape, holding a چھری to her throat.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Please I’m only sixteen.” A few tears escaped her.
“I’m sorry, Kathryn,” the hooded figure said, “But this is necessary.”
She froze in horror when she recognized the voice. That was the last thing she ever thought. She didn’t even have time to say goodbye to her life.
Ambyr stood, paralyzed. What had she just seen? She should’ve helped that girl! What was she thinking? She quickly ran to the phone and dialed 911. She told them everything.
Later, she was being interviewed سے طرف کی the police. She told them everything, too. What she had seen, down to the very last detail. What she had done about it, which was basically nothing. They kept pushing her to tell them more, even though there was no more. Just a person in a black ڈاکو, ہڈ chasing a grimy, dirt-covered girl. The police found her body in a dumpster, and she was recognized as Kathryn Evert. That name rang in Ambyr’s head. Kathryn Evert? Did she know her? Obviously from somewhere. The newspaper the اگلے دن answered her question; Kathryn was a girl who went to her school. She barely remembered her. All she could remember was picking on her. Kathryn was pretty, prettier without makeup and styling than Ambyr was. Of course, Ambyr always looked better. She was مقبول and still is to the day. Kathryn was just a smart, simple, nice girl at the bottom of the popularity hierarchy.
Ambyr wasn’t superstitious. But her دوستوں were. After telling them, her friend Elody joked that Ambyr’s ghost would haunt her for everything she did, while her other friend Natalie took the ghost thing seriously. Ambyr didn’t believe any of it and quickly dropped the subject. Of course, she had no idea. Because I am watching her.
Thoughts on it? And what should it be called?
PROLOGUE
She got up immediately after she tripped, mentally yelling at herself for not paying attention. She ran, her dark brown, almost black, hair bouncing. Tripping had let whoever was chasing her catch up a little. Faster, faster! She thought hard to herself. But she had been running for a long time. Imagine the person behind آپ is trying to murder you. Wait, that’s really what’s happening. Only she would have time for jokes in a time like this. Even though it was her last.
She burst out of the trees. It was broad daylight, but this was a tiny town and everyone was on vacation. She ran through the small street, trying to find a house with someone actually in it. She made the mistake of looking behind her for a تقسیم, الگ کریں second, seeing the hooded person gaining on her. This made her مزید panicked. She tried running faster, but her legs were beyond sore. She jumped over a hedge into someone’s yard. Luckily, this was the one house on the سٹریٹ, گلی with someone in it. She ran to the back door and pounded on it helplessly.
“Help!” she screamed at the person inside of the house, seeing the girl drop her glass of water. “God dammit, help me!” She saw the girl inside the house only stand, a blank expression on her face, as the hooded person grabbed her and knocked her out.
She woke up behind a building, in an alley. Nothing good ever happens in alleys, she thought to herself. The hooded person untied her, and she immediately jumped up and tried to fight back. Even though it was daytime, she could hardly see. Her kicking and swinging and screaming was useless. The person grabbed her from behind and held her so she couldn’t escape, holding a چھری to her throat.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Please I’m only sixteen.” A few tears escaped her.
“I’m sorry, Kathryn,” the hooded figure said, “But this is necessary.”
She froze in horror when she recognized the voice. That was the last thing she ever thought. She didn’t even have time to say goodbye to her life.
Ambyr stood, paralyzed. What had she just seen? She should’ve helped that girl! What was she thinking? She quickly ran to the phone and dialed 911. She told them everything.
Later, she was being interviewed سے طرف کی the police. She told them everything, too. What she had seen, down to the very last detail. What she had done about it, which was basically nothing. They kept pushing her to tell them more, even though there was no more. Just a person in a black ڈاکو, ہڈ chasing a grimy, dirt-covered girl. The police found her body in a dumpster, and she was recognized as Kathryn Evert. That name rang in Ambyr’s head. Kathryn Evert? Did she know her? Obviously from somewhere. The newspaper the اگلے دن answered her question; Kathryn was a girl who went to her school. She barely remembered her. All she could remember was picking on her. Kathryn was pretty, prettier without makeup and styling than Ambyr was. Of course, Ambyr always looked better. She was مقبول and still is to the day. Kathryn was just a smart, simple, nice girl at the bottom of the popularity hierarchy.
Ambyr wasn’t superstitious. But her دوستوں were. After telling them, her friend Elody joked that Ambyr’s ghost would haunt her for everything she did, while her other friend Natalie took the ghost thing seriously. Ambyr didn’t believe any of it and quickly dropped the subject. Of course, she had no idea. Because I am watching her.
Thoughts on it? And what should it be called?
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make مزید of this book یا not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank آپ <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i کہا happily.Mother was cooking eggs and ٹوسٹ while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and ٹوسٹ in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who آپ were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your دل out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
آپ know nothing!
Yet آپ pretend آپ do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
آپ told me once
I told آپ twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
یا remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left یا right?
Up یا down?
Wrong یا right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your دل out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
آپ know nothing!
Yet آپ pretend آپ do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
آپ told me once
I told آپ twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
یا remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left یا right?
Up یا down?
Wrong یا right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer