I haven't wrote in so long it feels almost forgein. This is a new story I'm working on, I took a break from writing only to realize writing is like oxygen to me. Now that I'm back, I just want to write and write. This story is loosely based on what I went through with my past relationship, now that I've moved on, I want to write about it.
Happy reading
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There was something she was longing to write about. Craving for inspiration like a hungered animal, it was one of those moments.
Annabeth longed to write.
Percy tries to escape words, these words the words that jump around while he's trying to read. He's spent his life hating words, loathing stupid poets who spent all their free time writing.
Percy longed to do anything but write.
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"We've been in line for over an hour are you sure you're not tired honey?"
Annabeth fiercly shook her head as she stepped up in line "It'll be worth it, dad"
"Are you sure you don't want a doll instead? Books are for boys"
Annabeth felt her lips quiver it was so unfair that Bobby and Mathew got whatever they wanted, but Annabeth rarely did. Sometimes she felt closer to the characters in her books than she did to her parents.
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"It's time to get out of the bath Percy!"
"5 more minutes mom!"
"Percy it's almost time for school!" Remembering that he had to go to school and write ruined Percy's mood in an instant. It was so unfair he was expected to read if he didn't want to. Reading is for losers Percy thought.
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that was very short, but I just wanted to get the first chapter out. My other story "Your hand in mine" has been discounted, I re read it and decided a lot of the things I've said about depression is very inaccurate and I've also romanticized depression, that was before I was aware of what depression really was, so therefore I don't think I'll be continuing that story. Also the way I romanticized percabeth is very predatory considering their age gap. This story will be better, hopefully.
-until next time