Thoughts of an Aspiring Teenage Writer

Hey, in case you guys are interested, I’m recording my progress in the “WIP: Angel” page (found on the right hand navigation bar). Feel free to check weekly (or daily, depending on how bored you are) to see how much progress I’ve made so far. I usually try to write about 5 pages a day…but there ARE days where I can’t squeeze in writing time (b/c my bedtime has officially moved to 9:30 PM, thanks to my parents x_x), so please be patient.

While you guys are waiting, here is a sneak peek at the first page of the first chapter(?) of Angel:

“It was the same dream again. I was in what looked like a dark alley, running away from the stranger behind me. I heard the clinking of chains and the rustling of feathers as he chased me, determined to not let me escape. I futilely hoped that this dream would be different from the other times I had this dream, that I would actually be able to escape this time.

But as always, the dead end loomed before me, and I was again forced to face him. He had pure, snow-white wings that were splattered with blood on the places that the chains ensnaring them were too tight. His icy blue eyes seemed to cut through me as he glared at me with an intense hatred that made me wonder what I had ever done to him to make him hate me so.

“At last, I’ve finally found you,” he murmured, barely moving his lips as he started wrapping his fingers around my throat.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, although I’d already heard his cryptic answer several times over the past few nights.

“You were never meant to exist,” he said calmly, without even a trace of sympathy or hesitation as he cut off my air supply. “And you will not escape from me again. This is our last farewell.”

He tightened his hold, and I flailed helplessly against him and the wall, trying to escape. But his grip was a literally a death-hold. As my vision started to become blurry, I could still make out the way his cold blue eyes narrowed as a response to my struggles.

Then at last, my heart, failing to keep pumping enough oxygen to supply my asphyxiating body, beat its last.

Everything went black.”

Feedback will be appreciated. But please do remember that this is only the first draft and I was probably sleep deprived when I wrote this. (But then again, when am I NOT sleep-deprived? -snort- There is a reason why I now have a fixed bedtime…-_-;) And yes, this first page is loosely based on my nightmare from my previous post, but there IS a scene closer to the actual dream later on.

Yes. I have finally decided to make more progress on my WIP, Angel. (not the actual title, but a temporary title until I finish the book.) It’s way different (okay, maybe not THAT different) than Chiaroscuro (V. Fia)…but it WILL be the first new project I’m working on since I started the  whole V. Fia project (starting with Lightweaver) in 7th grade. And that’s a VERY LONG TIME. (considering the fact that I had countless ideas come and go in my head)

“Angel” is a little more dark and gothic than V. Fia. It’s actually based on this one nightmare I had (Yes,my nightmares are as gothic as the first video of the Kuroshitsuji ones below…which is probably why I liked the anime so much…very vivid with lots of red, black, and blue, and white, too) in the summer of 8th grade, I think. 

 It’s about this girl, Evangeline “Eva” Snow, who finds herself tracked down by Azrael, the angel of Death. Azrael is convinced Eva is a threat to the whole balance of life and death because she has the ability to bring inanimate/dead objects to life. (that’s as far as I’m gonna go, because I don’t want to spoil anymore)

My nightmare was actually a very interesting one where I was having a nightmare very much alike with the one in the beginning of the book that Eva has.

The nightmare, if I remember correctly, was something like this:

I wake up (or think I wake up) b/c I think I heard someone approach my bedroom. (we have wooden floors so you can hear even a needle dropping) It’s dark in my room, and I sit up, trying to see in the darkness (my lightswitch is in the far side of the room)…and then I almost get killed by a beautiful yet demonic angel like the ones you see in medieval paintings. I fortunately escape, get somehow involved in a car chase (which I’m NOT going to put in the book, because the car had actual people from school in it), and in an attempt to get away from the angel, we swerve off the road, dive off a bridge (accidental suicide) and fall into a deep, blue lake. Car sinks. I’m the only survivor. Angel picks me up and carries me to…somewhere. Probably somewhere  where he can finish me off. I DK. The dream ends. (all this stuff after the car crash is probably not going to be in the book.)

And I, like any normal person who had a freaky nightmare (NOT), woke up and went: WHOAA I AM SO TOTALLY GONNA WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN ONE OF MY NOVELS! TRALALALALA~ -skips to the shower-

So yeah. And as for V. Fia, I honestly am a little sick of it now. I am one of those people who have a short attention span and like new, shiny things. I’m gonna come back to it, of course, but after I write the first draft of “Angel”. I want to get it all written down before I forget it like the countless ideas I lost in the time I was focusing on V. Fia.