I’m currently on my school holidays. I get to rest for 3 weeks. Amazing, right? Not really. Being at home either playing cookie run kingdom or drawing used to be my dream, but in reality, It’s boring. I would spend at least 4 hours every day doing nothing. Well.. I didn’t really mean that. I was exaggerating. I still code and work a lot in my free time. Oh right, I’m also currently working on a short novel called “Her Final Wish”. I’m not sure if I would still have the passion or motivation to finish the story, as I’m one who always starts something new but almost never finish it. I’ll try to finish it though. And who knows? I might print it out and show you guys.
“Gone For Good” was the first book I’ve written. It was only a few pages long, but It was still something. Now, the story is one year old. I was still in Primary at that time, writing while I was in school if there was any free time. I found writing to be interesting and admiring, so after being influenced by many wonderful authors, I thought to myself: ‘I’ve read so many books. I should start giving some of my own stories and ideas back to the world’. On that day, I wrote a few lines on a book on my desk while my other classmates sit and chat with each other. I managed to finish about 10 pages in a week, and I was proud of myself. Right now, I still am.
That was the day when I found writing to be my interest, other than reading and drawing.
I wrote sad stories, thrillers, romance and all the types of books you can think of. Well, except fantasy. I would think of the most plot twisting plot twists and ways for readers to find my books interesting. When I sit down by myself in a quiet corner or when I’m showering, I’ll allow myself to think. To think of the most amusing or depressing storyline ideas for my books. ‘To let my imagination fly’, as 5 year old me would think.
My other books- “On the Island”, “Lexin University”, “Drowning in Lies” and “Dead Walking Woman”- are not yet finished. And I don’t plan to finish them anytime soon. Right now, I’m just focused on one book, which is “Her Final Wish”. I hope to finish that book and read it all over and over again so that I could feel proud of myself.
Oh. Would you like a sneak peak of my book? I know you didn’t ask for it but if you’re curious then here you go:
(warning: blood, abuse)
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ten
2nd November 2003
The sound of a faint scream rang through the house starting at 1 in the morning.
I tried to ignore the glass breaking and my mom’s piercing screams, but it was impossible. I shiver in my bed, feeling like a fool and a coward as my mom begs for mercy. I grip the bedsheet so tightly and silently hate my own father.
Eventually, I sat up on the bed, my eyes wide open, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I have to save my mother.
I open the door so slowly, the door doesn’t even creak. I looked up from the railings and almost cried out loud at the horrible sight. My mom is shielding herself as my dad picks up another empty beer bottle and smashes it on her head. She tumbles back on the floor as blood slowly drips down her scalp.
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I’ll write again soon. For now, goodbye.