Update on "Searching"
Prologue
Once there was a little boy, he is 12 years old now. When he was younger, about 4 years old, his parents were forced to leave him, and he ended up on this little island, alone.
Chapter 1
He goes to the ocean often, and when he does he always thinks of one thing, the...
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Prologue
“Mommy, I don’t want to jump..” I cried and buried my face into her silk dress, I felt safe while wrapped tightly in her arms. I dare not look at my dad in the deep, dark water. “It’s okay, Lana. I’ll catch you, I promise,” my dad explains in a soft voice. I shake my head, “No. I can’t do it! I won’t!” I won’t even look ...
UPDATE
Prologue
“Mommy, I don’t want to jump..” I cried and buried my face into her silk dress, I felt safe while wrapped tightly in her arms. I dare not look at my dad in the deep, dark water. “It’s okay, Lana. I’ll catch you, I promise,” my dad explains in a soft voice. I shake my head, “No. I can’t do it! I won’t!” I won’t believe him...
NEW STORY:
This is what I have so far
Prologue
“Mommy, I don’t want to jump..” I cried and buried my face into her silk dress, I felt safe while wrapped tightly in her arms. I dare not look at my dad in the deep, dark water. “It’s okay, Lana. I’ll catch you, I promise,” my dad explains in a soft voice. I shake my head, “No....
UPDATE ON THE STORY- *opinions and more ideas wanted*
Searching
By: Madison Labrie
Prologue
Once there was a little boy, he is 12 years old now. When he was younger, about 4 years old, his parents were forced to leave him, and he ended up on this little island, alone.
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Searching
(Not the full thing... just what I have so far. Enjoy!)
Once there was a little boy, he is 12 years old now. When he was younger, about 4 years old, his parents were forced to leave him, and he ended up on this little island, alone.
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He goes to the ocean often, and when...
fear. I study him like the old man studied me. It's Dexter. I hesitate, then say “Listen man, it’s just us on this island. Everyone else is on another island and- and we just have each other. So, we can either make this work… or not. What do you say?” I stick out my hand, waiting to see if he’ll agree. But Dexter just stares at me, and he goes from terrified...
I look around and see everything is buried in rubble. I look at the bench I slept under the night before, the night before everything came crashing down. I try not to think about that though, I don’t need to and I don’t want to either. I clutch my backpack, and walk down the road. I have to be very careful so I don’t trip over any rocks, I don’t want to get ...
him out either. I mean- if that were me, I would be creeped out if some random kid just told me he’s been living in my shed for the past 8 years. I decide it’s the right thing to do, so I walk up to the old man’s porch and knock on the door. I hear him call to me “Just one second!” His voice sounds happy, like he’s been expecting somebody to knock on his door...