I know I'm doing other stories and all that jazz but I want to know what people think of these. Cause the idea is cliché. I just want to improve my writing. And I write what I'm interested in writing, not what I "should write". But I have started the 8th chapter of Twins of Two Worlds and I'm about a thousand words in,so... Yeah.
Don't own nothing
Let's Run Away
and find our destiny together
A small boy at the age of four stood on his balcony, head over the railing and looking down at the pavement where his mommy's body lay. His messy black hair blew in the wind as a single tear made its way from his breathtaking sea-green eyes, over his cheek and down to his chin where it finally left to join his mother on the pavement.
He never liked his life much. His mommy wasn't home a lot. He can't remember much about his real daddy except his smile, even though mommy says he never met him. Smelly Gabe was bad. He shouted a lot and locked him in his room. But mommy always got him out. And when she didn't, he'd just climb out the window. But now that mommy's fell, would he have to climb out the window all the time now? His usually tanned skin had turned pale as he processed what happened.
He pushed her. Smell Gabe pushed his mommy over their balcony.
That's why she was down there. That's why she didn't move. That's why the last word she said was seashell.
Did she know this was going to happen? Because Percy thought mommy was being silly when she told him a week ago that if she didn't come home, he had to read the letter. Especially if she said seashell.
She'd always come home before. Even if her eyes were red, or she looked like she needed naptime, or she cried early in the morning before she went to work; she'd always come home. But she didn't look like she was coming home today.
Her neck looked funny. How could anyone stand with a neck like that? And she still wasn't moving. Now there's a red blob surrounding her. He hopes it's not his mommy's. He couldn't see clear with all the tears in his eyes. Mommy always said that people who don't cry, don't have a heart. So he let another tear slide down his face and onto the pavement where his mommy's body lay, but nothing else.
Afterall, she also told him she'd always be in his heart. But his heart just felt sore. He guessed it felt sore because mommy wasn't there. Mommy was the best, but she lied. She's not in his heart. She's not here at all.
Review and tell me what you think please. Ands I'd like to know what you'd prefer in a story with a plot like this. Do you want Wise Girl, Sparky and Blondie to come in, or maybe only some? Do you want them/him to go to camp at 12 or later? Pairings? Not all will be used, but I'm curious and it might :3
