Hi,
This is my first story so please be understanding.
I am also very happy to announce, that this story is supervised by two wonderful Betas - Anastasia Dove and black wolfgirl2722 ;-) Thanks to their help I currently revise all the chapters.
Enjoy.
THE STOLEN WORDS
by AliciousMind
CHAPTER ONE - The Bag
BPOV
I was walking through the Seattle park, breathing in the wonderful scents of the early spring evening and relaxing after a busy day at work. It was so strange that after graduating the UW as an English major, the only work I could find was at a publishing company as an editor.
I had always dreamt about writing my own stories and poems, but unfortunately they were not good enough to be published, seen, or whatever. They were no good so nobody had seen them. I hadn't stopped writing them, but they were safely stored in my notebook, in my bag.
Whenever I felt like writing, my notebook was always with me and all my feelings and sorrows were filled into it to the point of combustion. Yeah, pathetic, but that was who I was.
My work as the editor was not quite fulfilling my dream, but was quite well paid so it was not that bad. To be truthful after my first year, I'd began to become one of the most wanted editors in my office and my boss - Rosalie Hale - quickly gave me a promotion by making me the head editor in our department. It was very unexpected, since she was known as a very tough employer and most of my colleagues were surprised by my promotion, but after a few weeks everyone moved on and I continued my work without any problem.
Suddenly somebody bumped into me with such force that I fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.
An oomph came out of my mouth, before I realized that the guy who had run into me, had taken off with my bag. I quickly looked at the direction of the disappearing boy, who was now far away enough for me to know that I would never be able to catch him. Well, that was just my luck, or rather the lack of it.
I quickly thought about the contents of the lost bag, patting my pockets and checking the presence of my keys and the cell inside. Thank heavens for leaving my 'work bag' at home with all my documents and money.
After a moment a feeling of dread overwhelmed me, when I realized what my bag contained. My teeth spontaneously went to bite my lower lip and my hands began to tremble. My breathing speeded up and my heart started to increase its beating.
All my poems and stories were now owned by the arrogant prick, who'd just stolen my bag.
"Oh, shit".
A/N: Well, what do you think?
I know this story IS already complete, but I am still anxious to hear your thoughts and ideas. They help me be a better writer, so please LET ME HEAR YOU :-)
Next chapter - EPOV :-)
Alice