The Lerancho Project
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
891
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
intro
ok, i may delete this and repost in in the science fiction section. but comments are still loved thanks
also, this will be the style the rest of the story will be in, tell me what you think of it cause if its be=ad i may change it. thanks
Joy.
That was the last feeling I felt before this, joy and fear. Joy of just saying yes to my boyfriend when he got down on one knee earlier that night, joy for being next to him as we walked back to our apartment. And fear of the shadow that came out of the alleyway to follow us. Those were the last feelings I felt before this! This floating! This, this nothingness! That’s what I’ve been doing for what seems like forever. I’ve just been floating in this goddamn place! I feel like I'm losing my mind! When I first got like this I did worry about what that man did to Mark, I really did! But after an eternity in my own little hell whole I learned to worry about other things. I guess I’m trapped in my mind, like I’m in a coma or something.
I wonder, is this what coma patients feel like? It makes sense that I would be in one. After all, I had been hit across my head with the handle of a gun, and I think I was shot in the shoulder, I can’t remember. When your busy dying you don’t worry about how you’re dying, just that you are. But I’m not dead, I don’t think I am. I could be. Not too sure.
I know it sounds like I don’t care. That’s because I just don’t anymore. As I said, I've been here for ages, rotting in this fucking place.
Ill bet by now you’re wondering “who the fuck is this chick?” Well, ill tell you. My name is Akasha Leer, and this is my story as well as the story of a young boy named Aswayu. Ill talk about him later on. I want to tell you what happened to me in the order that it happened. I guess I already fucked that up.
Ok, now give me another chance before you put this book down and let me tell you from the beginning.
also, this will be the style the rest of the story will be in, tell me what you think of it cause if its be=ad i may change it. thanks
Joy.
That was the last feeling I felt before this, joy and fear. Joy of just saying yes to my boyfriend when he got down on one knee earlier that night, joy for being next to him as we walked back to our apartment. And fear of the shadow that came out of the alleyway to follow us. Those were the last feelings I felt before this! This floating! This, this nothingness! That’s what I’ve been doing for what seems like forever. I’ve just been floating in this goddamn place! I feel like I'm losing my mind! When I first got like this I did worry about what that man did to Mark, I really did! But after an eternity in my own little hell whole I learned to worry about other things. I guess I’m trapped in my mind, like I’m in a coma or something.
I wonder, is this what coma patients feel like? It makes sense that I would be in one. After all, I had been hit across my head with the handle of a gun, and I think I was shot in the shoulder, I can’t remember. When your busy dying you don’t worry about how you’re dying, just that you are. But I’m not dead, I don’t think I am. I could be. Not too sure.
I know it sounds like I don’t care. That’s because I just don’t anymore. As I said, I've been here for ages, rotting in this fucking place.
Ill bet by now you’re wondering “who the fuck is this chick?” Well, ill tell you. My name is Akasha Leer, and this is my story as well as the story of a young boy named Aswayu. Ill talk about him later on. I want to tell you what happened to me in the order that it happened. I guess I already fucked that up.
Ok, now give me another chance before you put this book down and let me tell you from the beginning.