Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, I was having computer troubles. Anyway, I'm pleased to post the finished story of The Boy! Enjoy!!!
The first maerd I had was when I was 9
I was standing on a thin concrete platform, high above high buildings.
“looks like a city,” I thought to myself.
Then I noticed vines latched onto cars, bits and pieces of litter and debris tumbling below me, and all the buildings looked abandoned.
“A ghost city,” I thought to myself.
When I looked in front of me, a tall whitish-blue woman with wings and a flatbow was standing on another thin concrete platform, along with a black cocoon with gr
Happy Thanksgiving everybody, and to celebrate, here's a 2nd sneak peak for The Boy! Enjoy!!!
“There you are, crapball!! Where have you’ve been!?! Mom was worried! She called the police!!!”
“Don’t talk to Summer that way!” I suddenly said, grabbing her free wrist. I was shocked that I would ever talk to someone like that, I’ve never done it before…
“Out of my way, boy!” she said before yanking her out of my grasp, dragging a fearfully crying Summer to her house.
*3 months later*
The cool, crisp February air filled my lungs as I rolled down the car window.
