Transferring old writings - Ch 1.
I didn't even know this existed until I dug this writer's notebook up from 2010.
Here's my entry for Sept. 17, 2010.
Chapter 1: Angel's P.O.V.
When I found her. She looked like roadkill. Her lifeless body laying on the toad, lifeless, cold, forever. I signed a treaty... with the angels. They helped revive her. But I had to be bound to heaven, and she has to be bound to hell.
I was sad of course. I saw her. She applied to my school. The new kid in the class. The one who's always made fun of. And I just sat there in my seat, not saying anything.
Since I'm bound to heaven, I can see things that no normal human can see: wings and the dark line on the necks of people who will soon die*. I saw it. I saw her wings, they were the size of her back, but unlike mine, they were black feathered.
* Now I know where the inspiration came from... Zombie Loan.
Here's my entry for Sept. 17, 2010.
Chapter 1: Angel's P.O.V.
When I found her. She looked like roadkill. Her lifeless body laying on the toad, lifeless, cold, forever. I signed a treaty... with the angels. They helped revive her. But I had to be bound to heaven, and she has to be bound to hell.
I was sad of course. I saw her. She applied to my school. The new kid in the class. The one who's always made fun of. And I just sat there in my seat, not saying anything.
Since I'm bound to heaven, I can see things that no normal human can see: wings and the dark line on the necks of people who will soon die*. I saw it. I saw her wings, they were the size of her back, but unlike mine, they were black feathered.
* Now I know where the inspiration came from... Zombie Loan.