Page 21!!!!!
It's been one month since they all died.
You pull your mourning clothes out of your closet, still obligated to wear the plain black dress. The fluffy blood-colored carpet slides under your feet, still not taped to the floor, despite asking for the fourth time last night. Picking it up, you sigh in defeat. Perhaps you'll have to do it yourself. You suppose you can't really blame any of the servants, they've lost your parents too. A knock at the door causes you to drop the rug in annoyance.
"Aviva. I know you're in there. Please stop sneaking around and just talk to me." Reinier's deep, melodious voice floated through the door, echoing in the large space.
You roll your eyes. Your sister has insisted upon being your therapist, no matter how many times you've told her that you'd rather just stuff everything down and be done with it. You decide it's more fun to put on heavy, messy eyeliner than deal with her, so you do.
"Aviva. I have something important to tell you." Reinier knocks again.
You moan. Maybe you should just open the door... or you could make your dramatic escape.
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To open the door and hear her out, turn to page 4.
To complain about your rug, turn to page 7.
To climb out your window and leave her standing there, turn to page 21.
Climb out the window gets my vote! why be logical when you can be dramatic?
anyway, hi, Wren!
I love your story and I can't wait to read on!
Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
Anyway let's get right to it,
It's been one month since they all died.
You pull your mourning clothes out of your closet, still obligated to wear the plain black dress. The fluffy blood-colored carpet slides under your feet, still not taped to the floor, despite asking for the fourth time last night. Picking it up, you sigh in defeat. Perhaps you'll have to do it yourself. You suppose you can't really blame any of the servants, they've lost your parents too. A knock at the door causes you to drop the rug in annoyance.
"Aviva. I know you're in there. Please stop sneaking around and just talk to me." Reinier's deep, melodious voice floated through the door, echoing in the large space.
You roll your eyes. Your sister has insisted upon being your therapist, no matter how many times you've told her that you'd rather just stuff everything down and be done with it. You decide it's more fun to put on heavy, messy eyeliner than deal with her, so you do.
"Aviva. I have something important to tell you." Reinier knocks again.
You moan. Maybe you should just open the door... or you could make your dramatic escape.
I take the third option: "To climb out your window and leave her standing there"
Hi WrenZorya,
Mailice here with a short review!
That's an interesting idea you've shown here and I was happy to take part in it. I liked the fact that we get right into the action and that you don't take so long to explain something lengthy. I really like the beginning and the way you create a tension right away. What exactly happened? Why am I still alive? I like how you only go a little deeper afterwards and it becomes clear that there are still some people who exist.
The fluffy blood-colored carpet slides under your feet, still not taped to the floor, despite asking for the fourth time last night.
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