A Sample Of What I'm Writing MY BOOKPrologue (SAMPLE)A Sample Of What I'm Writing MY BOOK by ~honeyfierce
Heroine awoke with a splitting headache to find herself in a small wooden box. After registering the pitch black she realised she had been tied up with thick rope. Being severely claustrophobic, this was Heroine's worse nightmare come true. Heroine didn't want to think about how she got to be inside the box; automatically her instincts were to escape at all costs.
"LET ME OUT!" With heightened hearing Heroine knew she wasn't alone, as she screamed to be released the shuffling seemed to have stopped altogether.
"I've already tried that." Even in the dark, Heroine knew the voice that was trying to speak to her. This really was her worse nightmare come true.
"PLEASE!" Heroine begged for release. "I CAN'T BREATHE."
Heroine accidently hit her head on the top of the box and let out the loudest curse word she could muster. Blood could be smelt as it trickled down her forehead, her hair and onto her shirt. With all the blood she could smell and fee
The Ode to the Volatile Artist IHe always jumped in heart firstThe Ode to the Volatile Artist I by ~honeyfierce
Followed by his head then feet
He was tempestuous
To her compos mentis
Two different marches,
To two different beats.
He was enthralled (even enamored) with his ideas of instant love
Love was that readily there
Constructed like a manual
Timeless and effortless
Like instant noodles, instant coffee, instant ideas
To want her was like something one would buy from a store
He was about the now and he was ready
He never left afterthought for the other party
Even before it began and ended, she held justified fears
He always deluded
And he colluded with
Third peoples existed solely propping as a recant
Those who seemed to think he was about to be lost from their lives
Undisclosed motives with not so hidden knives
Releasing hidden contradictions with their hot air
In denial, he was still claiming 'love'
And on the other face stating no care
While she was claiming the slow and steady path
Something tried and true
Was something he
Two PilgrimsTWO PILGRIMSTwo Pilgrims by ~honeyfierce
While acting like a sinner
But looking like a saint
A contradictory line is drawn
More than prayers come from this pilgrim's mouth
Promises to a foreign land
Saying your name on the tip of the tongue
Never wanting to ever forget the meaning
Forever and ever might be a long time
But people have written stories for less
The psalms and hymns may not be epic
Wanting to hear those three words and eight letters on repeat
And when the meaning is believed long enough it might come true
It's a story shared between an idol and idolater nonetheless
And in the end, everyone makes the same pilgrimage
Odssesy in 2012 - CHAPTER 1She wanders through to what she considers to be a ship, her senses heightened as she runs her fingers over the different textures; metallic edges, cool glass as she sees the fading Tokyo city skyline and the scratchy carpeted floor of the ship. With childlike wonder she walks down a long catwalk and sees another gate and one long window.Odssesy in 2012 - CHAPTER 1 by ~honeyfierce
She chooses to look through the windows first and sees more of the Tokyo skyline. How does she know this? Tokyo seems like a familiar place to her but she cannot ponder why. She realises she can look down into the streets; this ship is floating in the air.
She looks at herself through the mirrored glass for what seems like the first time. She establishes that she is 'human' whatever that means.
She has long unruly hair, her eyes are a vivid blue which stand out against her pale bruised skin, she thinks she has not eaten a decent meal in a long time due to her collarbones sticking out but she does look athletic, even boyish in her figure; her