This is the prologue of a novel that I'm thinking about doing, tell me what آپ think, because your opinion matters! Plus I probably won't end up doing it if the majority of آپ guys don't like it.
Her laughter broke the silence. Everyone turned to stare at her, but she ignored them. She hated being in awkward situations, but could care less when people thought she was weird یا strange.
This girl is Autumn Konrad. She has curly, red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles dot about every square inch of her faces. She's your typical 14 year-old girl, except for the fact that she's not. She's a part of what the rest of the school calls, "The Loser Squad", but she doesn't know they call them that. All she knows it they whisper when she walks by, یا when anyone from her group of دوستوں walk by. Her only 5 دوستوں who are in the group are, Kelli Rush, the blonde with the brains, Samantha Gonzalez, the brunette brainiac, Catie Byerley, the light-brown brilliance, Anne Riley, the more-than-dull dirty blonde, and Liz Strickland, the righteously smart raven, and together they make, THE LOSER SQUAD!!
Her laughter broke the silence. Everyone turned to stare at her, but she ignored them. She hated being in awkward situations, but could care less when people thought she was weird یا strange.
This girl is Autumn Konrad. She has curly, red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles dot about every square inch of her faces. She's your typical 14 year-old girl, except for the fact that she's not. She's a part of what the rest of the school calls, "The Loser Squad", but she doesn't know they call them that. All she knows it they whisper when she walks by, یا when anyone from her group of دوستوں walk by. Her only 5 دوستوں who are in the group are, Kelli Rush, the blonde with the brains, Samantha Gonzalez, the brunette brainiac, Catie Byerley, the light-brown brilliance, Anne Riley, the more-than-dull dirty blonde, and Liz Strickland, the righteously smart raven, and together they make, THE LOSER SQUAD!!
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.
Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.
Enter now,
And آپ will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.
Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.
Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the اگلے victim,
And his fate.
Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.
Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.
What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.
Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.
Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.
