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Genre: Horror & Thriller
About Digital_SkittyLocation: Vermillion, SD Home Region: Age:18 Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2736896/1/ Favorite novels: how i live now, harry potter, battle royale, the long walk, brave new world Favorite writers: meg rosoff, jk rowling, eithy Favorite music: aqua, shiny toy guns, songs that are on my novel's playlist Non-noveling interests: drawing, playing video games, reading, shopping, writing moar |
Joined: September 15, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 58 NaNoWriMo buddies: 15
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Synopsis: The Rook
There is a psychologist and his patient--a patient who has seen too much in too little time. It all started with the shipwreck--NO IT ALL STARTED WITH THE ROOK I TOLD YOU HE IS THE ONE THAT CAUSED IT ALL--and the tragedies that kept piling on. Michael was only a boy when it all occurred, though of course neither Silvermin nor Tuesday were prepared for losing not only their way, but their possessions and families as well.
They did find one thing, however--WE THOUGHT IT WAS A CROW BUT THE BUSINESSMAN TOLD US IT WAS A ROOK--a rook. A bird that was very much as lost as they were, because why would a rook be on a tropical island? The answer soon becomes apparent, unfortunately--HE WAS THERE TO CONNECT TO FIND SOMEONE--and Michael can't shake him.
Following the traumatic time spent on the island and its bloody conclusion, Michael is left alone in the world with just the Rook as company. That is, until--THE ROOK WANTED TO DO OTHER THINGS BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO FOLLOW HIM--things start getting... off. Michael can't do anything but trust the Rook and his judgment on things while trying to escape, but how can you escape when--THE ROOK WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE HE WON'T EVER LEAVE--you have no idea what's true and what's all a lie?
Excerpt: The Rook
“Don’t do that again,” the thing commanded. Michael swallowed. He didn’t even consider not listening to it. It took another step forward, crouching down to let two monstrously large folded wings into the lean-to as well. Michael was nearly on his back, staring up at it as it loomed over him with its empty eye sockets and splintered jaw.
Michael couldn’t reply to it. He was too terrified to now, after his initial, futile scream. His throat felt as if it’d closed up and he could do nothing more than offer a faint wheeze.
The creature leaned down until its skull was mere inches from his face. Michael could tell that it wasn’t breathing. “You’ve come to a decision. Is it one you’re happy with? Will you be able to be happy with it at the end of your life?”
Michael opened his mouth, but again, no sound would come out. It tilted its head to the side again, and he could have sworn it was smiling at him, as if it knew his plight. “I--What a-are you?” Suddenly, he could speak. Michael tried not to think about how he had the feeling that the creature had allowed him to speak. He didn’t want it to have that much power over him.
“I am the Rook.” It leaned down and touched the tip of its jaw to Michael’s forehead.
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