by Well, my poems sucked. So i thought and thought and thought, then i came up with an idea, what is a book everyone hates that could have been great, and not just pathetically great, but Harry Potter great? (Yes Abby, Harry Potter great) Twilight, it was a pathetic disgrace of a book, let alone books but it had an idea. So again i though and thought and thought and finally came up with an idea. Although i have never read Twilight and nor will I, The idea was superb. So i did some research and came up with some crappy idea to write a story, about Vampires. How cool. :/
I shall continue whenever i feel bothered continuing.
I'll name it "Benny Boy" for now.
I shall continue whenever i feel bothered continuing.
I'll name it "Benny Boy" for now.
- Spoiler:
- Benjamin was a boy of about sixteen years, his hair was a fine brown, being neatly cut it was short but rather thick. His eyes, a hard black seemed irregular for a boy of his age, showing times of hardship and pain. Ben rolled in his sleep, or what he called sleep, for the past few years he had replaced sleep with a sort of trance, to try and keep that nightmare from coming back, last time he had it, four people were found dead, of course Ben was the one that informed the police, they couldn’t believe him either, but they knew he wasn’t lying, just by his eyes, they showed innocence, a cold, hard innocence.
Ben awoke gasping for air, he slowly wiped his forehead clean of sweat while looking around, he saw many bunks, as was usual for an orphanage, he gazed upon the faces of each boy, it would be so easy to kill them all, and walk away, but he resisted the urge, grabbing hold of his mattress. The pains had started coming back, that urge to bite off their heads and drink their blood, the pain was unmeasurably, to resist his body such a royalty but he knew it was not normal, and that was all he wanted. He slowly rocked himself to sleep, biting his hand to help resist the temptation.
As the sun rose, streaming through the unshuttered windows, he started sweating more, he started shaking madly, he knew what was happening, he was having an epileptic fit, quickly he grabbed the sheets pulling them over his head, thoughts racing through his mind “What if one of the kids wasn’t awake” and “What if they don’t get Mrs. Smith in time” But, as usual he heard the screams of kids, and the running footsteps of Mrs. Smith, the mistress at the orphanage. As she entered the room, the kids hushed, she ran over to the window, gently shuttering it while growling. “Must I always tell you kids to shutter the windows when you go to sleep, Benjamin doesn’t do well with the light.” She looked down at him up and down, he was rather slim now, but the problem was, he never ate anything. After a few more minutes she wandered out, shutting the door.
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