The Armchair
Midnight.I crept out of bed. I took the knife out of drawer along with a flashlight. I was ready.
I opened the door and paused, listening.
Nothing.
I closed my door behind my and quietly but quickly went down the stairs. There it was.
It was an armchair covered with the pattern of daisies.
I turned on the flashlight and began to cut through.
Eventually, I got through and I saw a bunch of papers in a hollow area.
This was it. I was about to find out what my mom meant and what was happening to me.
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Mothenzerath...wait, isn't that the boy with three-year-old Giselle in your mini-chapters?
Yup XD
o_o Cliff-hanger!
Who?
Can't wait to see what the master's like hehe...
Why did Giselle scream?
I MUST KNOW.
You'll see...
Can't wait for more
It doesn't matter how many people read it, my own story doesn't get noticed yet I love writing more, and seeing my very few readers happy
Can I give you some advice? I feel that the bully is a little cliche, an interesting backstory would be cool
This is a lovely story, please keep writing!
I do have a backstory, I just don't know if I want to put it in here...maybe I'll make a separate story for Zoe. So everyone can understand why she's the way she is.
Yes, writing is wonderful! And it feels so nice when people read.
I forgot to comment on your wolf story, but it was really good! I enjoyed it a lot! @Eeveewarrior
I will try to post A.S.A.P.