The Prologue of Lynn

So, I give you the prologue of my newest writing project, Lynn. Enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments below.

With black long hair and thin almond blue eyes, and a complexion of tanned camel, I sat alone in the shadows. Hoping for something better. Lynn was my name. I had no family to call my own. Society was my wristwatch. I wrote this story not to show my accomplishments or to be famous. I wrote this to show that everyone is broken and ripped by the tide.

It was a shallow day. Clouded by the eternal darkness within. Overcome by the past thoughts of my selfish acts. Acts of wickedness flying back at me. Scars were my only comfort. Reminding me that everything will be ok. I slept once again on the pillar of salt that my ancestors created for themselves.

My rotting body laid waste for every bird to devour. It felt best to die in the darkness than the light. Darkness was the home of my soul. It felt as though I lived there for eternity. I can remember the first day I became part of society. Lost in the light. Persuaded soon by keepers of the gate. I hoped for a better life but I only found regret.

I hoped that being part of this world would make me a better person. Instead I was cursed of my birth, my rights, and my being. I was forced to play the part. Just imagining the part made me sick. I felt out of the place. I was distinguished before becoming my true flame. I was barren before I was fruitful.

I ran for dear life down the maze of confusion. Out of nowhere, men pulled my hair. My own flesh could feel the misery coming. I tried to jerk free but my own determination failed me. They rubbed their hands on my face. They looked at their hands. Their hands were fifthly by the sins of my life. They cursed at me. Cursing me of my existence. Tears fell from my face. I was ashamed. I was bounded by chains of shame. Beaten by the mistakes of the past.

By daybreak, I was tied to a chair. I tried to cry for help but they constrained by mouth with a cloth. My body ached for the grave. They spat at me. Hoping to break the bonds of my rights. They tore my clothing. I felt naked in defeat. I hoped for someone or something to save me but none came.

My own soul hated me. My body began to wither away. My mind became a pit of despair. My thoughts swallowed me up. Falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit. Screams of hatred broke my eardrums. My skin became bruised by the drums of false love. I despised the words of love. How could they leave me alone? Not a flicker of light couldn’t save me.

One by one they left me. Shattered by truth and lies. Hopeless and cursed for the days ahead.

Thanks for reading!

New Writing Project

So the last few posts, I have mentioned I was working on the second book of a series I am writing. But currently, I have closed that writing project since difficulties I have occurred.  Mainly because I want to write in a different genre. Or really because I might have to rewrite the story all over again.

Either way, I started a new book. I plan on publishing as an ebook. It’s a contemporary mystery. The story is for an older audience since there is mentioning of tattoos, drinking, and human tracking.  If you are interested in reviewing it, let me know.

This story was actually based on a short story I wrote called Cursed. It is mainly about how society destroys a woman’s perspective of herself. Sometimes leading to self-harm and on occasion, suicidal thoughts.

 Lynn, the main protagonist is a high school drop out. After suffering from self-harm, self-abuse, and suicidal thoughts.  The story begins ten months later, after coming out of rehab.

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The synopsis of the story is:

When one of Lynn’s friends disappears, she begins to track down her. Soon to discover a scandalous organization is behind all of it. Slowly killing each leader of the pack, she discovers her life is more threated. Will she protect her friends or will she be the next victim?

Tell me your thoughts in the comments down below.

 

Writing Contest

So I have decided to a writing contest on here. Basically, I will be sending out a picture/prompt to you all and you have to write a six-word sentence from it.  The prize will be a shoutout of your entry on my Instagram. So comment down below your sentence. Good luck.

 

Image from Pinterest

 

Writing Contest ends April 30, 2018. Good luck.

 

 

Inspiration

What is inspiration?

As dictionary.com states,

“1. an inspiring or animating action or influence:

 I cannot write poetry without inspiration.

2.something inspired, as an idea.

3.a result of inspired activity.”

Something anyone struggles with. From writing a birthday card to someone. Thinking of what to draw next or write next. What to make next. The possibilities are endless.

The problem is how to find it. The struggle is real. I feel ya, bro.

Of course, it’s not that hard to get out of it. Even if you are not that “creative person”.

Honestly, you may not know it but we are all creative. Even if we don’t know it.

When we decorate something that is using your creativity to express our style.  When you are writing essays, you don’t always have to write fact by fact. You use different styles so that your essays are not boring. When we get dressed, we are using our skills in matching to form an outfit. When you make up a game for your siblings or friends that is creativity. Making a dish of food. Any small details we do probably has a form of creativity.

This, of course, doesn’t mean we all need to get a creative degree. (Writing, Music, Art, Dance, etc) Our personality and our hobbies usually tell us what we are going to be. Or God may have a different plan for us.

Now the problem is how to break the shell. Inspiration can be found anywhere. From surfing the web, reading the new, and listening to music. Watching a movie/tv show, people watching, and a conversation you had recently.The possibilities are endless. Open your mind. Breathe, it is not going to happen overnight. Pray about it. Relax.

Just remember. Break the shell. Careless of what people think. Be yourself. Express yourself. Doubt will always fight against you.

Lastly, remember “creative” people is just a stereotype. Be yourself. Try new things, you might actually enjoy it. 🙂