This is my first book on bookzek. It is about me. Not directly of course, that would be much too boring, and well, I like to keep it PG for the first three chapters. After that it's a free for all.
Anyhoo, it is really a massive metaphor for writing a book. Expect twist after twist, and if I know you at all you'll probably get a cameo. What you shouldn't expect? Predictability of any sort. Or abstinance of any sort. Or a plot.
Welcome to my mind, you'll need an umberella and some rations. Also a gun. Here, have mine, I keep it loaded.
plotless
Vampires Discovered
Jazebelle’s knuckles cracked as her grip on Leina’s hand tightened, “Oh God it hurts!” she screamed.
“Just one more push and it’ll all be over, Jazzy.
Escape of the Vampire
When Leina woke up she was in her bed at Kimbry's house. She glanced around, there was something beside her in the queen-sized bed. She poked it and it grabbed her wrist. Leina gasped but when the thing turned over she saw clearly that the thing was Brem.
Leina blinked, how could she see him clearly if it was pitch black in the room?
Return of the Vampire
The man coughed and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, water dripped from his nose. He was aware that he was soaking wet but his skin was numb, any normal human would have been frozen by the icy water.
He closed his eyes a moment to remember what had happened, where he was, who he was.
Mark of the Vampire
Chapter 1
Leina was getting tired of waiting for the police to come save her, and get her out of the mess she was in at the moment. Her arms were tied behind her to the back of a chair, and her hands had gone numb. Her jaw hurt from the rag that had been shoved in it and a bandanna tied over that.
Mark of the Vampire
Again, this is some stuff I wrote when I was 13. I just thought people might get a laugh off it.
CAUTION:
I'm not going to edit or fix this in any way, shape or form.
Paranoia
A woman sat on a bench in a frosty and desolate park. A park located in the middle of a crowded and polluted city. The trees were barren and had been that way for years, the wood rotted and the branches pointing accusing fingers toward the sky, as if it were to blame for their deaths.
Walls Closing In
Red walls.. walls that were the embodiment of flame. Beautiful walls with intricate carvings that caught the oil lamp light and reflected it as if they WERE flame rather than mere ordinary stone. Special red stone from a canyon halfway across the planet.
another pointless unfinished bit
The ship landed gently, at least, as gently as was possible for such an ugly, gangly and barely air-worthy thing. Keri winced as she was jolted to the side and would have flown out of her seat if she hadn't been buckled in. Across from her, Harry grinned like a devil, or something else. "Just think, Keri, we'll be the first humans to walk on another inhabited planet!" he told her.
