So, I was écriture this book, and I didn't know if it would ba any good ou not, and I want your opinion on it before I continue écriture it, maybe publier it, and then make an cul, ass out of myself if it sucks..... So please be a critic on thi exerpt on the first chapter, and any suggestions, any opinions, will be aknowledged. :) Thank you!
Chapter 1
Henna
Well, let’s just say that my life is not normal. In fact, it’s probably at the most least normal level as it could possibly get. I had never even heard of this myth until it had happened to me. Neither have you, because there are no records of it. I am a Masker. I was only 17 when I became one. My creator had told me that I was part of a very secret clan. He a dit we did good things. I still don’t know what these are. He stopped there. But I at least know this. I am not a human anymore.
I still have the mark from when I became a Masker, it is a long scratch mark on my back,. Five long streaks, from five long claws. I bet you’re thinking something like, “OMG, that is just like a Vampire ou Zombie bite!” Well, yeah, same basic idea, but plus frightening, trust me, When I woke up from my coma when I was scratched, I almost fainted when I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t faint, I fell on the floor, feeling dizzy. My face looked like a mask. A red mask that looked like there was a cage around my face, but the bars were red. A long red streak ran around the edge of my face, and straight red line going up, down, and across my face. My hands had long claws on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. These claws were silver, and VERY shiney and pointy, and very lethal. These claws were impregnated with poison, poison that would turn toi into a Masker if toi were scratched. That’s what happened to me, but if toi were part of another mythological race, toi would die. Period.
Basically, before I was turned into a Masker, I was a normal teenager. A normal teenager that lived in Arizona. My Friends and family think I was abducted, they are still looking for me. I have seen the headlines on the internet, the ‘Have toi seen this girl?’ posters. I feel so sorry for them, and I want to get back at these bastards for doing this to me. I even had a boyfriend, and if I had a choice, he would know what really happened to me. But of course, there is still all this “we are a secret race,” bullshit.
Well, my life has now been turned around, and my future completly gone to shit, because this bastard named Rick turned me into a Masker. I just wanted to ring him around the neck for payback, and don’t think I didn’t try, but when I tried to strangle him, he burned white hot, my hands still hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine. One upside to Maskers is we heal quick. I guess that’s part of our magic abilities. Healing and burning is all I have discovered so far, but when I find out plus of our magic, I swear, Rick is gonna burn in hell.
Chapter 1
Henna
Well, let’s just say that my life is not normal. In fact, it’s probably at the most least normal level as it could possibly get. I had never even heard of this myth until it had happened to me. Neither have you, because there are no records of it. I am a Masker. I was only 17 when I became one. My creator had told me that I was part of a very secret clan. He a dit we did good things. I still don’t know what these are. He stopped there. But I at least know this. I am not a human anymore.
I still have the mark from when I became a Masker, it is a long scratch mark on my back,. Five long streaks, from five long claws. I bet you’re thinking something like, “OMG, that is just like a Vampire ou Zombie bite!” Well, yeah, same basic idea, but plus frightening, trust me, When I woke up from my coma when I was scratched, I almost fainted when I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t faint, I fell on the floor, feeling dizzy. My face looked like a mask. A red mask that looked like there was a cage around my face, but the bars were red. A long red streak ran around the edge of my face, and straight red line going up, down, and across my face. My hands had long claws on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. These claws were silver, and VERY shiney and pointy, and very lethal. These claws were impregnated with poison, poison that would turn toi into a Masker if toi were scratched. That’s what happened to me, but if toi were part of another mythological race, toi would die. Period.
Basically, before I was turned into a Masker, I was a normal teenager. A normal teenager that lived in Arizona. My Friends and family think I was abducted, they are still looking for me. I have seen the headlines on the internet, the ‘Have toi seen this girl?’ posters. I feel so sorry for them, and I want to get back at these bastards for doing this to me. I even had a boyfriend, and if I had a choice, he would know what really happened to me. But of course, there is still all this “we are a secret race,” bullshit.
Well, my life has now been turned around, and my future completly gone to shit, because this bastard named Rick turned me into a Masker. I just wanted to ring him around the neck for payback, and don’t think I didn’t try, but when I tried to strangle him, he burned white hot, my hands still hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine. One upside to Maskers is we heal quick. I guess that’s part of our magic abilities. Healing and burning is all I have discovered so far, but when I find out plus of our magic, I swear, Rick is gonna burn in hell.
5 plus incredibly aléatoire stuff...I'd like to note that not everything listed is exactly possible, but each is genuinely unique and aléatoire in it's own way....
5) wear a nametag that reads "hello. My name is Jésus Christ" (or famous person) when some one says "you're not Jesus" turn around and say "Jesus? Where?"
4) befriend a zombie (don't try unless you're okay with being bitten)
3) give out autographs to complete strangers and pretend you're famous
2) divide par zero (it's a little harder than it looks)
1) walk up behind someone and whisper in their ear "I like mudkips...."
Lots of laughs...I recommend 3, 2 and 1
5) wear a nametag that reads "hello. My name is Jésus Christ" (or famous person) when some one says "you're not Jesus" turn around and say "Jesus? Where?"
4) befriend a zombie (don't try unless you're okay with being bitten)
3) give out autographs to complete strangers and pretend you're famous
2) divide par zero (it's a little harder than it looks)
1) walk up behind someone and whisper in their ear "I like mudkips...."
Lots of laughs...I recommend 3, 2 and 1
Ever met that one person who really really aggervates toi , like constantly talking ou doing everything toi do , well im gonna help toi deal with them without punching them in the face (kris style <3)
1) always carry a stress ball , those things do work , and if not , toi can always throw it at him/her
2) Carry a oreiller in toi purse/bag , so if toi need to scream , scream in the oreiller , this pervents people from thinking your crazy
3) Earphones , toi COULD use them to block that person out , but studies montrer that if that person happens to avaler, hirondelle one of the earphones , they wont talk anymore ,
4)Just a hint ; throwing chairs never helps ,
5)Try to be their friend , mabey that'll work
6) if its your sibbling ,
Girl:flush her fav Barbie doll
Boy:Flush his favorate comic book
mixed gender: Flush their face (:
Again; Kris style <3
any ideas on any other topis to make kris style , please tell me (: <3
KrisLovesYou !
1) always carry a stress ball , those things do work , and if not , toi can always throw it at him/her
2) Carry a oreiller in toi purse/bag , so if toi need to scream , scream in the oreiller , this pervents people from thinking your crazy
3) Earphones , toi COULD use them to block that person out , but studies montrer that if that person happens to avaler, hirondelle one of the earphones , they wont talk anymore ,
4)Just a hint ; throwing chairs never helps ,
5)Try to be their friend , mabey that'll work
6) if its your sibbling ,
Girl:flush her fav Barbie doll
Boy:Flush his favorate comic book
mixed gender: Flush their face (:
Again; Kris style <3
any ideas on any other topis to make kris style , please tell me (: <3
KrisLovesYou !
I am sorry. I hate it when i have to do this, because i know that it's really silly! But the only reason why i wouldn't fan anyone back, would be if they had joined the twilight saga club. I can see it on their profil and i immediately go all prejudice against them.
I shouldn't, i know, but it's against my morals to fan someone who loves the Twilight saga. If you're only a fan of Twilight, sometimes i forgive you... if you've done something to earn my respect.
Which would lead me onto my suivant reason...
If toi have done nothing to earn my friendship, and not joined any of my favourite/major clubs, then i don't feel obliged to fan you.
However, if i can see that you're a fan of 'Random' ou 'Harry Potter' ou 'HP v T' etc, then the probability is that i will fan toi back.
On the other hand, if toi are looking at this thinking that toi haven't done any of these things, then feel free to fan me... i'll gladly return the favour! :)
xxx
I shouldn't, i know, but it's against my morals to fan someone who loves the Twilight saga. If you're only a fan of Twilight, sometimes i forgive you... if you've done something to earn my respect.
Which would lead me onto my suivant reason...
If toi have done nothing to earn my friendship, and not joined any of my favourite/major clubs, then i don't feel obliged to fan you.
However, if i can see that you're a fan of 'Random' ou 'Harry Potter' ou 'HP v T' etc, then the probability is that i will fan toi back.
On the other hand, if toi are looking at this thinking that toi haven't done any of these things, then feel free to fan me... i'll gladly return the favour! :)
xxx
(name unknown for now)
Dear, What ever
I am new to this,but I have to try this I can't keep my thoughts in.
And I can't tell anyone so here is what I call an Intro...
Sup,My name is Zain fox.Ah,hell I'll tell toi my full name.
Zain samuel fox
DONT LAUGH! I am goin' crazy...talking to some book.
I am a very tell toi what I think guy.
Oh and did I tell you,I am a fucking vampire.
I am new but freakishly strong.
I don't have a girl anymore cus this stupied crave I can't control...
And no I didn't eat her,I left town and she thinks I'm dead.
But she is the most beautiful person toi will ever lay your eyes on,and her name is Jade.
Even if I stay this thing that jerk turned me into,I will never forget my l’amour even if I live forever.
See ya,
Zain
P.S
I feel like a girl. Stupied diary!
Dear, What ever
I am new to this,but I have to try this I can't keep my thoughts in.
And I can't tell anyone so here is what I call an Intro...
Sup,My name is Zain fox.Ah,hell I'll tell toi my full name.
Zain samuel fox
DONT LAUGH! I am goin' crazy...talking to some book.
I am a very tell toi what I think guy.
Oh and did I tell you,I am a fucking vampire.
I am new but freakishly strong.
I don't have a girl anymore cus this stupied crave I can't control...
And no I didn't eat her,I left town and she thinks I'm dead.
But she is the most beautiful person toi will ever lay your eyes on,and her name is Jade.
Even if I stay this thing that jerk turned me into,I will never forget my l’amour even if I live forever.
See ya,
Zain
P.S
I feel like a girl. Stupied diary!
Hopefully I will have another chapter soon, but this story is awfully difficult to write so I'll have to leave toi hanging. I think my titre is reasonable (I think my descripton will be something like 'It's a dit that even the smallest thing has an effect similar to dropping a stone in a pond - it causes a ripple that effects everyone in one way ou another.') but please give me feedback.
This just the prologue, but please let me know what toi think!
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We were only young. We didn't know what was ahead of us. We were blind. If we had have opened our eyes we could have stopped what happened. We could have stopped that stone from being thrown in our calm lake.
But it happened, and that's something none of us can accept, even after all these years. I look at the photo on my end table, tableau and wonder what could have been. She was the light of our lives, and we didn't even know until she was gone.
This just the prologue, but please let me know what toi think!
***************
We were only young. We didn't know what was ahead of us. We were blind. If we had have opened our eyes we could have stopped what happened. We could have stopped that stone from being thrown in our calm lake.
But it happened, and that's something none of us can accept, even after all these years. I look at the photo on my end table, tableau and wonder what could have been. She was the light of our lives, and we didn't even know until she was gone.