Opinions~ Please~
So as most of you know, I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. The story that I was doing was an original fiction I had the idea for several years ago, but just as November started: reality called. School got hectic, extracurricular activities started getting demanding, I got a new job, I'm still living with my sister and her kids so I have had no time to write. As is I've got a little bit less than 1,000 words and I'm considering continuing it as a fanfiction instead of a NaNoWrIMo project.
It would be a het fic and the main character would probably be Sulli from f(x). Idk who she'd be paired with, probably Sehun or Kai, but the fic would have some romance and all.
Anyway, this is what I have so far of it, so read through it, if it sounds interesting to you and you'd be interested in reading it as a KPOP fanfic, please let me know okay? ^.^
It would be a het fic and the main character would probably be Sulli from f(x). Idk who she'd be paired with, probably Sehun or Kai, but the fic would have some romance and all.
Anyway, this is what I have so far of it, so read through it, if it sounds interesting to you and you'd be interested in reading it as a KPOP fanfic, please let me know okay? ^.^
Death is sudden. You don't expect it, don't think about it, until it's right there calling your number. You never realize that a simple trip to the grocery store could end in tragedy or that you could die before you even turn twenty.
At least, I didn't think about it before I died.
One minute I was being crowned prom queen, feeling like I was in top of the world.
The next? I was dead.
Want to make it ten times worse? Add onto that the fact that you’re still wearing your prom dress from the night before and it’s covered in blood.
Adrien Lennox has always prided herself on being very level-headed in all situations. She kept her head during her SATs, ACTs, auditions for the University of Florida’s Gatorettes, but when she wakes up in an unknown alley with cuts and bruises slithering up her arms and legs and a pool of blood around her, she screams. She screams and runs out to the street and almost directly into an oncoming truck.
People mill around her, rushing to get to work or school on time, seemingly oblivious to the bloodied prom queen frenziedly pulling air into her heavy lungs in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Can I use your phone?” she chokes out as a woman brushes past her, voice cracking and colored in hysteria.
“Excuse me,” she tries again as a boy about her age walks past, fingers steadily tapping against the screen of his cell phone. She can feel the sting of tears in her eyes as he passes by without so much as a glance in her direction. “Are you all just gonna keep walking? Huh?” she screams, red caked arms flailing as the people on the sidewalk ignore her.
Cold tears trail down colder cheeks as the traffic light changes colors, traffic roaring to life beside her and before she can talk herself out of it she’s taking a step to the right and off of the sidewalk. She waits for the semi-truck speeding towards her to honk its horn or stop or for someone to scream at her to move. She waits but it doesn’t happen and just as she moves to jump out of the way the truck slams into her…
…and goes right through her.
She shudders and she passes through the back end of the truck, breath catching in as another car flies through her. A shriek tears free from her lips as she stumbles back onto the sidewalk and a man steps through her hand.
Her body shakes with sobs as she pulls her knees up to her chest. Things like this just don’t happen in real life. You don’t just wake up and have people walk through you. It’s just not possible and there has to be some explanation for all of this, she tells herself, fear rushing through her veins with every beat of her hea-
Her head snaps up, fingers trembling as she reaches up to press them against the pulse point on her neck.
Adrien thinks she may faint as the skin beneath her fingers lays still.
She has no pulse. Her heart isn’t beating. She’s dead.
The thought has barely registered in her mind when she hears the crinkle of leather and a jacket is being pulled around her shaking shoulders. She gasps, standing quickly and turning to see who had placed the jacket on her. The man standing before her is gape worthy, towering over her five-foot-four frame with shoulder length black locks and the most gorgeous green eyes she’s ever seen.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, holding up both hands. “My name is Delion. I want to help you.”
Her eyes scan the busy sidewalk, noticing that people continue to pass by as if neither of them even existed. The fact that they can’t see him either does nothing to alleviate the fear bubbling in her stomach as she clutches the jacket around her shoulders and takes a step back. “Why should I believe that? No one else can even see me, so what makes you so special? Huh?” her voice rises as the sentence comes to a close, chest heaving with every breath she manages to pull into her body.
“They can’t see what they don’t believe in. They don’t believe in ghosts or spirits or anything outside of the norm. But I know that sometimes things don’t just end when you die, and it’s my job to help out when someone like you finds that out for themselves. Will you let me help you?”
White teeth bite into pink lips as she looks at his outstretched hand. Everything about his words screams sincerity, but Adrien’s never trusted people easily when all they do is let you down and she’s not sure if she should now.
It's a split second decision, one she's scared she'll regret, but she takes his hand.
At least, I didn't think about it before I died.
One minute I was being crowned prom queen, feeling like I was in top of the world.
The next? I was dead.
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Waking up and not knowing where you are is scary. Especially when the first thing you see as you open your eyes is a brick wall covered in graffiti with trash littering the ground around you.Want to make it ten times worse? Add onto that the fact that you’re still wearing your prom dress from the night before and it’s covered in blood.
Adrien Lennox has always prided herself on being very level-headed in all situations. She kept her head during her SATs, ACTs, auditions for the University of Florida’s Gatorettes, but when she wakes up in an unknown alley with cuts and bruises slithering up her arms and legs and a pool of blood around her, she screams. She screams and runs out to the street and almost directly into an oncoming truck.
People mill around her, rushing to get to work or school on time, seemingly oblivious to the bloodied prom queen frenziedly pulling air into her heavy lungs in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Can I use your phone?” she chokes out as a woman brushes past her, voice cracking and colored in hysteria.
“Excuse me,” she tries again as a boy about her age walks past, fingers steadily tapping against the screen of his cell phone. She can feel the sting of tears in her eyes as he passes by without so much as a glance in her direction. “Are you all just gonna keep walking? Huh?” she screams, red caked arms flailing as the people on the sidewalk ignore her.
Cold tears trail down colder cheeks as the traffic light changes colors, traffic roaring to life beside her and before she can talk herself out of it she’s taking a step to the right and off of the sidewalk. She waits for the semi-truck speeding towards her to honk its horn or stop or for someone to scream at her to move. She waits but it doesn’t happen and just as she moves to jump out of the way the truck slams into her…
…and goes right through her.
She shudders and she passes through the back end of the truck, breath catching in as another car flies through her. A shriek tears free from her lips as she stumbles back onto the sidewalk and a man steps through her hand.
Her body shakes with sobs as she pulls her knees up to her chest. Things like this just don’t happen in real life. You don’t just wake up and have people walk through you. It’s just not possible and there has to be some explanation for all of this, she tells herself, fear rushing through her veins with every beat of her hea-
Her head snaps up, fingers trembling as she reaches up to press them against the pulse point on her neck.
Adrien thinks she may faint as the skin beneath her fingers lays still.
She has no pulse. Her heart isn’t beating. She’s dead.
The thought has barely registered in her mind when she hears the crinkle of leather and a jacket is being pulled around her shaking shoulders. She gasps, standing quickly and turning to see who had placed the jacket on her. The man standing before her is gape worthy, towering over her five-foot-four frame with shoulder length black locks and the most gorgeous green eyes she’s ever seen.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, holding up both hands. “My name is Delion. I want to help you.”
Her eyes scan the busy sidewalk, noticing that people continue to pass by as if neither of them even existed. The fact that they can’t see him either does nothing to alleviate the fear bubbling in her stomach as she clutches the jacket around her shoulders and takes a step back. “Why should I believe that? No one else can even see me, so what makes you so special? Huh?” her voice rises as the sentence comes to a close, chest heaving with every breath she manages to pull into her body.
“They can’t see what they don’t believe in. They don’t believe in ghosts or spirits or anything outside of the norm. But I know that sometimes things don’t just end when you die, and it’s my job to help out when someone like you finds that out for themselves. Will you let me help you?”
White teeth bite into pink lips as she looks at his outstretched hand. Everything about his words screams sincerity, but Adrien’s never trusted people easily when all they do is let you down and she’s not sure if she should now.
It's a split second decision, one she's scared she'll regret, but she takes his hand.
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