"Fallen" Snippet: Intro (The story I hope to Publish!)

LittleAspiringWriter
Jun 8, 2017
3 min read

"What is this mysterious novel? And where will it go next?" Anyone else catch that Despicable Me" Line? I'm sure you did! Because everyone in the Kingdom for Writers are intelligent beings! ;D

Anyways, if any of you have been curious about my first book other than the blurb-

(link to that is here just in case you haven't seen it https://isaneprimlon.wixsite.com/aspiringwriterblogs/fallen)

Your prayers have been answered!

Intro (Yes another one)

Fallen like I've mentioned before, (despite my other short stories and book drafts), is the first actual novel I've ever finished in Middle School, and it's the one book that I had a strong dedication towards and was an idea that just exploded in my head and formed on it's own.

It took me all of summer to write, including the months BEFORE summer vacation, so in all, that'd sum up to about 4 months.

The draft is still going through some editing but by the time that's finished, I'll be attempting to contact some agents and editors to help me get it ready. My biggest wish is that the book gets far since it's the one novel that told me I was capable of many things as a writer. :)

Hopefully all of you enjoy the snippet, and hopefully it sparks some inspiration for your own books, short stories, poems, etc!

And please comment below if you wish! ;D

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Jason-

She’s a monster and I’m suppose to hate her.

She murders and destroys. Fear is an emotion that bows at her feet like a servant. Everywhere she goes the girl would leave nothing but the sickening smell of blood and rotting flesh. Her footprints etched on the ground would spell death. It didn't matter what it was. As long as it is living; it wouldn't survive.

It is practically known that every person who encounters her doesn't even think, move or speak. Their heart-beats just stop. They know that their life is going to be over. When they are finally able to speak, the only thing that escapes their lips is a scream which pierces through the air and sends terror to the nature around them. People believe she started the war. I know her name now.

Before, I didn’t know it because it was always hidden from me just like the answers to all the other questions that I so desperately wanted to know. However, now that I am no longer oblivious to the answers, no longer oblivious about her existence. . . there are moments when I wish I could go back to the ignorance I used to have.

It doesn't matter, nonetheless. I just- can’t say it. I can’t say her name, because whenever anyone dares to say it, the only expression on people's faces is the look of fear and anger.

The girl is inhuman, ‘sinister’ most would say. She's a monster and I'm suppose to hate her. Every time I see her or confront her, like everyone else, I'm supposed to want to kill her, to end her life. But the thing is, I can’t.

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Amethyst (Ariya) -

People think I am evil, People say I’m a monster.

But I say I’m just wired differently. I say that I’m . . . that I’m misunderstood.

Yes, I admit that every time someone steps before me and thinks they can just strip my life away from me, I want to slaughter them and cut off their tongues. Or worse, I want to use their own weapon against them and make sure it kills them in a way that their lives flash before their eyes. Yes, I know I can be a monster. I know who I am and what I am. My own life is full of hatred and anger and pain. Lots and lots of pain. Did I dare want that? Of course I didn’t.

People only look at me as a sinister person, and people having these perceptions have the desire to murder me.

It was until I met him.

I thought he was going to be the same as the rest of the men who came into my home itching just to see their weapon cut through me. To watch me choke. To witness me dying. To see my life drain out of my system. But he was-different.

You see, people say I am a monster and that I am. Have I killed? Yes I have, and my hands are covered in blood. The blood of all the people I have slaughtered.

But like all the other humans I encounter, I’m suppose to get rid of him like I regrettably did with all the other men. But I just can’t, I can never. The reason being that truthfully, a monster is the last thing I want to be, and the only person to actually see that,

was Him.