greasycrissi

The full moon was directly above my head, staring at me with judging eyes, eyes that looked deep within my soul, scrutinizing my thoughts, I didn’t feel safe, I’m so scared. Its wide red eyes slowly directed its gaze onto a towering two-story house which was strangely familiar. The door was ajar, I was terrified to go in but there was a force of attraction inviting me in, as if it’s the only thing I ever want to do in life. I walked slowly towards the door and I was welcomed by a long hallway th

I drowned in ultimate despair. No one could help me. My heart felt like it was going to tear apart. Its crevices were inhabited by a mysterious darkness that chewed bits and pieces of the carcass. Why do you have to do it so slowly? Why can’t you just devour all of me? Send me into absolute solitude. Actually, that is no longer necessary. I already felt alone. I felt like I only existed for the sole purpose of atonement. Atonement? That is no longer necessary. It’s too late. I woke up panting,

“Hnng...” I swatted the warm gentle hand that was lightly circling around my hair. I wish my sister could act normal sometimes. I decided to doze off again after the hand had stopped. But I woke up a few minutes later with the same gentle hand stirring my short dirty-blonde hair with fingers that danced in a slow motion. “An! DO YOU MIND? That’s creepy” I swatted the hand again as I rose up from my groggy state. This isn’t my room and the beautiful figure in front of me wasn’t my lovely sist

Alrighty, I just realized. Seancody... Am I being dirty or is that what it is? Lol.

I apologise. That was dodgy of me to actually forget her age after a paragraph. Thanks for the review as always.

So there I was, standing still, shaking violently. I think I went deaf at some point but the image of red and blue still registered in my brain. There was an old man wearing blue in front of me. I think he was touching my shoulder, I can’t really tell. My whole body was numb, as if I was just an ethereal being hovering around someone’s body and looking through their eyes. Was this a dream? I think it is. Why would Gabriel even bother waving a hand at me? I was no one. I was more of a ‘background

I'm looking forward to writing more for you guys. Thanks for the review!

You know it!

We have a lot of reckless bus drivers here so yes. It is likely to happen. I appreciate the review and thanks for reading!

Oh wow. Now I want to see your cous. Too bad he sounds douchy! Don't worry. I'm currently planning out the following chapters. I'll try posting them up as quick as I can but I am currently in my HSC years so there's a lot of school work to do!

Nah it's the real deal. I apologise for the shocking intro but I assure you there wouldn't be any of that in the following chapters. It was meant to be the big push for the story's development. Thanks for reading my story!

Hi there, my name is Erik and I just wanted to tell my story. I’m not very good with my choice of words so it will probably be a bit bland, like me. My grammar is probably not the best since I don’t pay attention to my English classes. I just want to pour my heart out in the only way I can. I don’t even write drafts nor have any editors to check on this. Fine, call me a mess. I am a mess. I don’t want to sound pretentious and give you the best imagery of love but I’ll try my best to convey it to

The story follows a young, pessimistic seventeen-year old boy named Erik who has little faith in himself. But one day, Gabriel- the boy he has been crushing on for four years gets run over by a bus in front of him which changes both of their lives forever. This story will explore the changes of the two boys as they gradually become closer together and figuring out who they really are.