It’s time to give some sneak peaks of my (unfinished) books! Why? Because why not. And you can tell me if I improved or not 🙂 It starts from most first to last.
Note: I’m still a developing writer so don’t judge, and I’m just a little girl so don’t provoke me I’m just innocent. If you judge I will pull off your wig
Lexin University, April 2025
The sound of the sudden airport announcement halts my thoughts. I then realise I’ve been walking to nowhere. As I look around to check my surroundings, I look back and get knocked over by something. I collided with something solid. No, not something. Someone. I fell to the ground, the cold airport ground sended a pain to my ass, instantly making my ass numb, so numb I can’t feel my ass any more. I yelp because of the sudden sting in my ass. I couldn’t stand up because it feels like my ass just broke into a billion pieces, like glass shattering. My ass is so fragile like glass, I realised. I curse loudly, much to the amazement of the “someone” in front of me. I forgot that huge ass guy was just standing there, staring down at me in confusion. I stare at him back, thinking about how stupid I am to break my ass in front of him.
Drowning In Lies, May 2025
I snap my eyes open, my heart in my throat, trying to look around at my surroundings. I knew it was my bedroom, because of the familiar ceiling I always look at. It was just a horrible nightmare. I try to twist my head, to check what time it is on the clock. But I couldn’t.
I can’t move.
I try to move my legs, but nothing works. Like something is sitting on me. The voices. I try to hold back my scream. I felt small, pathetic and pitiful. And horribly terrified. I continue to lay there, getting more and more scared by the second. A million thoughts and questions form in my head.
Why can’t I move?
Am I still dreaming?
Are the voices here?
It’s pressing me down.
What is happening to me?
Dead Walking Woman, June 2025
It was an uneasy feeling, just standing there in the middle of the lanes awkwardly, the light source gleaming into the view in front of me, just enough to see the figure. I continue standing on the lanes that were once filled with joyful memories of me and my little brother, the memories now subsiding before my eyes. I felt my legs shaking uncontrollably, like jelly, as we did a staring contest.
I didn’t know she would actually be here.
Or was that really her?
She was bloody from head to toe, her white clothes stained terribly, now turning to an ugly shade of pink. I didn’t dare to turn back and run for my life, before she comes devouring me all up. I was lost in my own eyes, and I don’t know what she sees in me. I probably looked like a terrified stray kitten. Until she spoke up. The sweet and feminine voice, now coming in ragged and broken tones, that I had always loved to hear when I was 4 and forever longed to hear again a year later.
Doppleganger, July 2025
NOW
It was nothing like I had expected.
She looks nothing like I had expected.
She looks as if her soul has been snatched from her body. She was lingering on the edge of the room, lifeless. I get it. After all, she’s been taken away from everything.
No one wants to take her.
I would try to make conversation with her, but I would be talking to a wall. She wasn’t even facing me, her cloudy eyes were fixed on the ground, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She just needs time. I thought silently to myself. She lost everyone. The atmosphere was chilly and awkward, and I never felt like this before.
Alyssa was hopping down the stairs at that moment. She then saw her, and her smile faded away in an instant. Fuck. I started sweating even though it was cold. She glanced at me with a who-is-this look on her face, and I felt like slapping myself. Ellie stared at the innocent Alyssa, looking like some sort of japanese ghost, with her heavy bangs covering half of her eyes creepily. Alyssa ran and collapsed into my arms, while I could feel her eyes on the two of us.
Her Final Wish, early August 2025
The clean knife is now dripping with red blood. The scene was supposed to be normal for me but surprisingly overwhelming as well.
I glance at the now bloody lines on my arms in pure satisfaction. Oh, this is a scene to behold. I badly want to kill myself, to not just cut at my arms but shove the knife into my stomach, but I’m not ready for that yet. I don’t want to see the horror on my mom’s worried face or the smug on my father’s fucking face.
I lowered my knife when I realised I was still cutting my wrist. You have to stop.
I stumbled shakily to the bathroom and held onto the sink to steady myself. Carefully, I placed the knife down by the tap and started to wash off the blood. The water turned from clear to pink, pink to red, then to a dull shade of ruby. It went on for minutes before the water turned clear again. I actually thought I was going to bleed to death. But you know, part of me kind of wants that.
The Red Thread, late august 2025
I have never begged so badly like this in my life, especially to Lucia, and it made me feel pathetic.
Her foot is now on my hair on the cold, dusty ground. It makes me yell in agony.
“Oh, what’s that? You want me to stop?” She laughs, a horrid sound dripping with sarcasm and mockery. I nod my head frantically, tears now sprouting from the corners of my eyes.
But she doesn’t stop.
My movements become slower and more sluggish by the moment. My hopes for living are dying down. I’m dying. I feel a pool of crimson liquid forming below my head.
Overdose., September 2025
His head is twisted, same as the corners of his mouth. Everything in the picture is tilted at an angle of over 90 degrees. One moment, she’s on a roller coaster, mouth wide as a piercing scream breaks free. The other, She’s at this horrifying scene, that may end up as a crime scene with her blood smeared on the backseat, the mirrors, everything. Her eyes widen and she starts to panic, bile rising in her throat. Someone kicks the back of her mind.
The blood in her mouth tastes metallic and it feels frightening.
Glass shards slice through her skin like daggers. She does not want to look at the blood oozing out of the lines. Saliva is sticking to her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her grip on the car backseat is tightening, the bones and knuckles cracking, losing its colour. Her right leg is numb. The 7 inch gash is spread across her calves.
“Stop. Please!” she yells with all her might, but all that came out was a raspy croak. Her head was heavy. There’s 20 kg dumbbells on her shoulders and head.
What does it feel like to stop hurting? The thought lingers in the air, a question unasked and unanswered.
I’m done, so?? Am I a good writer or did I go overboard with gore??
My books are never happy cus it’s not interesting you know?
Okay so if you wanna read my book you betta pay
also, yeah, I start a new book every month cus my motivation
i love my thrillers and romanc
“I just saw someone walking a baguette on a leash” -ChatGPT