New story I'm

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New story I'm...
New story I'm working on. I have a rough idea for how it will go, but mostly I'm experimenting with a new writing tecnique, trying to make things vague and suspenseful. 
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Prologue
I couldn't have been there. Obviously. It's now here, not then. Not before everything that has happened. It was a different place, a different time. Maybe it never even happened.
But it certainly wasn't here. 
There are no cherry trees here.
Winter. Bare branches and just enough snow to crunch in, none of your perfect princess-colored glory. A little glass bottle, looking empty. Pointless. Worthless. 
Out of the thousands of black boots, one pair pauses. A hand ventures out of a pocket, hesitates. Cold, it swipes up the bottle and returns to its fabric cave.
They found the body in a hotel room the next day.
You probably have a million questions, but don't ask them. I can't answer them. I wasn't there.
But when I close my eyes sometimes I think I see springtime petals going downwards as my face turns upwards, and a hand with a silver bracelet I put there brushes them off my face--
That's enough. Don't make me think of it anymore. It doesn't matter, anyway--
I wasn't there.
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What do you think? If enough people are curious, I'll try writing more. 
submitted by Shoshannah Lily, Deep in a book
(October 19, 2016 - 4:27 pm)

back to the Blab about Books

SUSPENSE!!!!!! 

YOU. MUST. GO. ON. OR. I. JUST. MIGHT. DIE. 

Waffle say Yukk. You tgattgat the story was yucky?!?! Waffle!  That's not nice at all!!!

*drags waffle away* 

submitted by Kaleidoscope Gryphon, age 13!!!!!!!!, The Prism Sky
(October 20, 2016 - 8:45 am)

Thanks Kal!

submitted by Topping Lily
(October 20, 2016 - 12:49 pm)

One

Inside a small country doctor's office, Sedna Rae glanced around the waiting room, nervous. But the only people there were a mother and her two children, an old man blowing his nose with a handkerchief, and a teenager plugged into his phone.

 

Sedna clutched her backpack tightly to her chest. She paced back and forth, stopping for a few seconds to cast her eyes over a magazine cover or glance at the clock, never loosening her grip on the bag.

 

It had been raining outside, and Sedna's hair was rather wet. She shivered a little and stopped pacing to scan the room for a moment, her back to the wall. It all seemed perfectly normal, but even so her eyes lingered on each occupent of the room, wondering.

 

"Abigail Swift?" called the receptionist, a short, smiling woman with blonde hair and rectangular-framed glasses.

 

No one responded.

 

The receptionist repeated herself, and Sedna jerked to attention. How could she have already forgotten the name of her alias? It had been hard enough to get selected for this job, and if she kept making mistakes like this she'd be caught before she could blink, if she hadn't been caught already. 

 

Sedna walked over to the front desk slowly, nodded, and turned to a door.

 

The children listened to a story their mother read to them. The old man cleared his throat loudly. The teenager idly strolled up to the front desk and fished around in a basket of candies.

 

Sedna pushed open the heavy door, and walked down the hallway with a determined air, looking straight ahead. The door's hinges squeaked a little, but it swung shut slowly after she passed through.

 

I followed her.

 

submitted by Shoshannah Lily, To Kill a Mockingbird
(October 21, 2016 - 2:08 pm)
submitted by Topping Lily
(October 21, 2016 - 2:41 pm)

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

*xwow.* 

submitted by The Artist & co.
(October 21, 2016 - 4:19 pm)

This is awesome so far!!!

submitted by Moonlight, age 11, Ellesmera
(October 23, 2016 - 8:32 am)

I've actually been following this...Is that it?? 

submitted by Bobbin-4-Apples, Underwater
(October 25, 2016 - 6:18 pm)