BEASTLY READERS: A BRIEF NOTICE:
This story was written when my writing skills were far from polished. I am currently working on a remastered version of the story, and I will begin posting it here again as soon as I find the time! I will be posting other fanfics to pass the time, and you can find me on my wattpad: goddesssolus!
In the meantime, here's a sneak peek of the prologue for Beastly: remastered:
D U S T.
Many years into the future,
or, perhaps, into the past,
a land from the heavens lies lifelessly
and lively hearts never last.
Y.
This land is named, yet untitled,
for it goes by many things.
Preacher's paradise, death's door,
a place where the brass bell always rings.
R.
If you stood above it and dropped a brick
you would hear it echo, and echo,
because the land is filled, yet empty,
with barely humans who can't let go.
E.
Ah yes, the pitiful souls that weep
within the stuffy, confined walls.
Their eyes shut and they shuffle aimlessly
and the air shakes with their cries and bawls.
N.
Some stand strongly— yet alone—
endlessly searching for a way out.
Many try, relentlessly attempt,
and they fail. Ensue the fallout.
D A R E.
Who knows? Perhaps on some sunny day
a hero or heroine will rise.
I suppose they would have determined posture,
a soothing voice, and bright eyes.