Hello! Would this be where I post a thread? I'm relatively new here...anyway, I've begun writing a "fan fiction" unknowingly three years ago, maybe when I was eleven (I'm fourteen now). It's nowhere near done, but I'm so proud of how far I've come that I'm dying to share it with the world! So if I'm doing this right, you should be able to view some of the work I've done so far. Don't expect to find the ENTIRE beginning of the story, just little pieces of it that make it up. Any sort of worthwile advice would be amazing! I haven't started doing this because I want to sell it and make money, this was before I knew people actually DID that (In fact I was so happy that I wasn't the only one writing fan fictions I almost cried) I do it because I love it so thanks for taking the time to read this over-sized paragraph!
For now, I will just post the introduction. Don't worry, you're not supposed to really understand what's going on
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I CAN’T REMEMBER HATING ANYTHING MORE THAN THE PARALYZED UNIVERSE.
I hate it all. I hate that there’s no light. I hate that it’s cold. I hate that there’s no life of any sort. And most of all, I hate that there’s no hope. I can feel the weight of hopelessness in the air and taste it when I breathe. I’m not even sure why there’s air here. It’s not like anyone’s alive. The Paralyzed Universe’s only inhabitants are bad souls. What’s the point?
I hate how I’m griping so much.
At least I’m not doing it aloud. That’s a good thing, I guess. I wouldn’t want to wake anybody else up.
But now that I’m thinking about all this, I can’t go back to sleep. Not like I could sleep well anyway in this frozen wasteland, even with three blankets.
I could try looking at the positives. Let’s start with I’m not alone. All my dearest friends are with me. Although I asked them not to come. Well asked is an understatement . . .
There I go again with my griping.
Another positive; there aren’t any bad souls within miles of here. They won’t be able to find us for another few . . . hours, maybe. At least that’s how much longer my friends and I should be disguised for.
Oh, and the best one yet; hopefully within those few hours, I’ll be reunited with my Guardian, and we can all go home to the Living Universe. That would be really swell.
Swell is an understatement, too.
I’ve run out of positives. Dark thoughts are filling my head again. I need to think of something else distracting . . .
Oh, hey, I got an idea! Have you got some time on your hands? I’d like to tell you a story. Okay, it’s actually about my life, but it’s a pretty interesting tale. I think I’ll be able to keep you entertained. I hope you can stay awhile, it would really take my mind off this depressing place.
So . . . go to the bathroom, get a snack, do whatever you have to in order to prevent interruptions.
Great! Let’s begin then, shall we?