Hi everyone, sorry I haven't been on as much ^^ I haven't even been that active on my main account. Sorry if I've ignored you guys/haven't put anything on lately. It's mostly because I'm really busy and really lazy. Sorry :c
Here's a bad poem about love for all you lovely watchers c:
Life is my own and it is my own
And I will take charge of it
Life is my own and it is my own
And I will use up every bit
Life is my own and it is my own
And I am going to
Life is my own and it is my own
And eventually I will find you
If you guys want to chat and don't feel like waiting a few months for a reply, go message me on my alternate account: JJmyster22
Acella is seventeen. Every day, she wakes at six to drag herself to school. At three, she tiredly slumps over to the seedy building on ninth street; the one that has bright lights that flash everywhere. The one that never sleeps. The one where screams are muffled, where tears are hidden, where girls are held. She lets Karmen, a twenty year old veteran with the eyes of the dead, coat her face in makeup- bold blacks and sultry reds. She lets Karmen pick out lace trimmed bras, satin thongs. She lets the woman coo at her when she wears them, like they both don't know what comes next. Like they're innocents, instead of the defiled. Like they're clean with imagination, instead of dirty with life. Like they're just girls, instead of prostitutes.
This is a little section of the novel I've started to write. I don't plan to put it up here, I want to finish it on my own. However, I would appreciate one to three people willing to read over chapters and give me suggestions. If you're willing, please note me your email. Also, warning: if you want to help me along the way with this project, I'd like to tell you that there will be several graphic scenes. Also, a lot of the formatting and grammar is incorrect because I want to give the whole story a certain sort of tone.